Cyndaquil, Totodile, and Chikorita?
I looked up at the building, just remembering I never ate my pizza. Hungry. Never the less I walked into the building. Laboratories scare me. Too many sharp objects and dead things. I was actually really surprised to see that this lab was not like that. It was loaded with books and machines. Even worse. Mr. Elm (I refuse to call him Prof., I think he's a loony) called me back. Uh oh. Pokeballs. Acting ditsy in 3, 2, 1.
"Your probably wonder why I wanted to talk with you."
"um ya."
"I want you to do me a favor"
Wait, that means work. Just nod head politely.
"I want you to go find a friend of mine, he has an egg I want to look at."
Great, I'm being used as a messenger sent to go and fetch a pre-omelet, and I had such a good day planned too...
"Now," he continued "You will need a Pokemon to protect you when you travel in the long grass..."
Ahhhhhhhh! Not responsibility! Anything but that! I have enough problems taking care of myself let alone a Pokemon. I am having a real bad day.
Mr. Elm didn't seem to seem to notice my arousal, I must study him further. "Now, I have chosen three Pokemon here that you can take."
I looked at the Pokeballs. Then at Mr. Elm. Then back at the Pokeballs.
"What am I suppossed to do?"
"I thought you knew! I'm sorry! Toss the Pokeballs and a Pokemon will come out. I want you to chose one of them."
Like I could have figured that out. I tossed the Pokeballs and three Pokemon came out! The first one a saw looked like a match. The one right next to it was green and girly. NOPE! I was never into dress up or any of that other girly stuff. Sorry, it looked WAY too feminine. I've been a pyro since age 1. Pokemon can be made out of fire? Cool! I picked it up. This may not be too bad after all.
"Its name is Cyndaquil." Said Mr. Elm "A fire Pokemon"
I was about to say I would take it when a little blue thing with fangs tugged on my jeans. I looked disgusted. It wasn't my ideal of cute.
"Oh" said Mr. Elm as he picked it up "This is Totodile, a water Pokemon."
The Totodile acted like it really wanted me to take it with me. I almost felt sad for it.
"I want this one" I said as I held up Cyndaquil.
"Fine choice! Cyndaquil are very strong in these areas."
The Totodile looked crushed, even I, the most emotionally challenged person in the world kinda felt sorry for it. As I left I hoped that I wouldn't ever meet Totodile when he was angry. Even I knew Pokemon evolved, and it would probably remember, even through evolution, that I was the one that left it, sad and crushed in a scary Lab. People always tend to remember the bad things about life and I figure Pokemon are the same.
I looked up at the building, just remembering I never ate my pizza. Hungry. Never the less I walked into the building. Laboratories scare me. Too many sharp objects and dead things. I was actually really surprised to see that this lab was not like that. It was loaded with books and machines. Even worse. Mr. Elm (I refuse to call him Prof., I think he's a loony) called me back. Uh oh. Pokeballs. Acting ditsy in 3, 2, 1.
"Your probably wonder why I wanted to talk with you."
"um ya."
"I want you to do me a favor"
Wait, that means work. Just nod head politely.
"I want you to go find a friend of mine, he has an egg I want to look at."
Great, I'm being used as a messenger sent to go and fetch a pre-omelet, and I had such a good day planned too...
"Now," he continued "You will need a Pokemon to protect you when you travel in the long grass..."
Ahhhhhhhh! Not responsibility! Anything but that! I have enough problems taking care of myself let alone a Pokemon. I am having a real bad day.
Mr. Elm didn't seem to seem to notice my arousal, I must study him further. "Now, I have chosen three Pokemon here that you can take."
I looked at the Pokeballs. Then at Mr. Elm. Then back at the Pokeballs.
"What am I suppossed to do?"
"I thought you knew! I'm sorry! Toss the Pokeballs and a Pokemon will come out. I want you to chose one of them."
Like I could have figured that out. I tossed the Pokeballs and three Pokemon came out! The first one a saw looked like a match. The one right next to it was green and girly. NOPE! I was never into dress up or any of that other girly stuff. Sorry, it looked WAY too feminine. I've been a pyro since age 1. Pokemon can be made out of fire? Cool! I picked it up. This may not be too bad after all.
"Its name is Cyndaquil." Said Mr. Elm "A fire Pokemon"
I was about to say I would take it when a little blue thing with fangs tugged on my jeans. I looked disgusted. It wasn't my ideal of cute.
"Oh" said Mr. Elm as he picked it up "This is Totodile, a water Pokemon."
The Totodile acted like it really wanted me to take it with me. I almost felt sad for it.
"I want this one" I said as I held up Cyndaquil.
"Fine choice! Cyndaquil are very strong in these areas."
The Totodile looked crushed, even I, the most emotionally challenged person in the world kinda felt sorry for it. As I left I hoped that I wouldn't ever meet Totodile when he was angry. Even I knew Pokemon evolved, and it would probably remember, even through evolution, that I was the one that left it, sad and crushed in a scary Lab. People always tend to remember the bad things about life and I figure Pokemon are the same.