I DON'T OWN POKEMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disobedience
By Farla
"Go, charmeleon!"
The large fire lizard appears, looking belligerently at his trainer.
"You damn pokemon, if you disobey me one more time…" the trainer snarls.
The charmeleon won the last battle. But rather then use the fire attacks commanded by his trainer, he had beaten the slowking with slash, dig and other such attacks. He did this sort of thing often.
The fire pokemon snorts. [If you would tell me to use the right attacks, perhaps I will. But until you stop saying to use attacks any three-year-old trainer could tell you wouldn't work, I won't]
The trainer does not understand the words. Still, it is something other then meek compliance, and that is, after all, all that matters.
"Return," growls his trainer.
Walking along, he looks to the side of the path. A cruel smirk appears on his face.
"Go!" he calls, throwing the pokeball above the large pond. The red energy streams out and, as the trainer turns away contemptuously, he hears a splash and a scream. Not that it matters much, of course.
Okay, okay. I admit it. I'm a sick, twisted person. Still, what did you think?
Disobedience
By Farla
"Go, charmeleon!"
The large fire lizard appears, looking belligerently at his trainer.
"You damn pokemon, if you disobey me one more time…" the trainer snarls.
The charmeleon won the last battle. But rather then use the fire attacks commanded by his trainer, he had beaten the slowking with slash, dig and other such attacks. He did this sort of thing often.
The fire pokemon snorts. [If you would tell me to use the right attacks, perhaps I will. But until you stop saying to use attacks any three-year-old trainer could tell you wouldn't work, I won't]
The trainer does not understand the words. Still, it is something other then meek compliance, and that is, after all, all that matters.
"Return," growls his trainer.
Walking along, he looks to the side of the path. A cruel smirk appears on his face.
"Go!" he calls, throwing the pokeball above the large pond. The red energy streams out and, as the trainer turns away contemptuously, he hears a splash and a scream. Not that it matters much, of course.
Okay, okay. I admit it. I'm a sick, twisted person. Still, what did you think?
