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Chapter 7- The Idea
"Well?! Out with it!" Clara yelled.
*We could simply tell them that he fell down a cliff or drowned or something.*
"That is your big idea?" She was silent for a minute. "Okay."
"What?" Misty said. "You're going with that stupid idea? Okay." Brock just blinked, and Tracey had decided to draw Pikachu for no apparent reason. Then Clara remembered the pictures of Tem Rocket that she had gotten off the Internet for Darksky. As she was pulling them out of her bag, she heard something very strange.
"Prepare for trouble, Ash is dead." Jessie said with a smirk.
"And make it double, …um… what rhymes with dead?" James said, clueless.
"Stupid!" Meowth said.
"No, that doesn't rhyme." James said.
"No! You're stupid! Of course it doesn't rhyme, I'm not that dumb!" Meowth yelled.
" I know, bed rhymes with dead! And said, and, um, lead, and… hm… I'm getting a head cramp."
"What are you doing here, Team Rocket?!" Misty yelled.
*They belong to Team Rocket?* Darksky looked straight at Team Rocket. *Then prepare to die.*
"I'm too young to die. I still want to find more words that rhyme with dead like, um, fed!" James said, and everyone fell down anime style except Brock, who was still silent.
"Yeah, don't kill them, I want to draw this Meowth in his time of peril." Tracey said. Everyone fell down anime style again except for Jessie and Meowth, who just laughed, and Brock, who still hadn't moved.
"I think something's wrong with Brock." Misty said.
"I agree, he hasn't said much at all. He's just sitting there, staring ahead. Is that normal?" Clara said.
*He's in shock. He'll probably die if we don't do something.*
"Well why didn't you say so?! You stay here, Darksky. Everyone else, come with me. We have a sick man that's not going to die on my watch!" Clara said. "Tracey and um, you, with the blue hair, grab Brock. Is he breathing? No? Shit. Alright, I'll do rescue breathing while we walk. Pikachu, I'm going to need you. Let's move out!
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Sorry I haven't uploaded lately and this chapter is so short. Things have been kinda harsh lately at school, because of exams, and at home, probably because my mom is out of town. I'm so busy, you do NOT want to see my schedule for this week. I'll try to get the next chapter up this weekend.
Hang in there, Lindsey
Chapter 7- The Idea
"Well?! Out with it!" Clara yelled.
*We could simply tell them that he fell down a cliff or drowned or something.*
"That is your big idea?" She was silent for a minute. "Okay."
"What?" Misty said. "You're going with that stupid idea? Okay." Brock just blinked, and Tracey had decided to draw Pikachu for no apparent reason. Then Clara remembered the pictures of Tem Rocket that she had gotten off the Internet for Darksky. As she was pulling them out of her bag, she heard something very strange.
"Prepare for trouble, Ash is dead." Jessie said with a smirk.
"And make it double, …um… what rhymes with dead?" James said, clueless.
"Stupid!" Meowth said.
"No, that doesn't rhyme." James said.
"No! You're stupid! Of course it doesn't rhyme, I'm not that dumb!" Meowth yelled.
" I know, bed rhymes with dead! And said, and, um, lead, and… hm… I'm getting a head cramp."
"What are you doing here, Team Rocket?!" Misty yelled.
*They belong to Team Rocket?* Darksky looked straight at Team Rocket. *Then prepare to die.*
"I'm too young to die. I still want to find more words that rhyme with dead like, um, fed!" James said, and everyone fell down anime style except Brock, who was still silent.
"Yeah, don't kill them, I want to draw this Meowth in his time of peril." Tracey said. Everyone fell down anime style again except for Jessie and Meowth, who just laughed, and Brock, who still hadn't moved.
"I think something's wrong with Brock." Misty said.
"I agree, he hasn't said much at all. He's just sitting there, staring ahead. Is that normal?" Clara said.
*He's in shock. He'll probably die if we don't do something.*
"Well why didn't you say so?! You stay here, Darksky. Everyone else, come with me. We have a sick man that's not going to die on my watch!" Clara said. "Tracey and um, you, with the blue hair, grab Brock. Is he breathing? No? Shit. Alright, I'll do rescue breathing while we walk. Pikachu, I'm going to need you. Let's move out!
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Sorry I haven't uploaded lately and this chapter is so short. Things have been kinda harsh lately at school, because of exams, and at home, probably because my mom is out of town. I'm so busy, you do NOT want to see my schedule for this week. I'll try to get the next chapter up this weekend.
Hang in there, Lindsey