An Overactive Imagination
By Arizima
Chapter Two
AN: Well, the story continues, I guess. Heh.
Normal words Narrative (It's all in Past Tense though)
"Quotes" Speech
Carrots Narrative Thought (Yes, the main character thinks in English)
"FREEZE!"
I spun around to see a tall woman with chin-length dark blue hair wearing a sweatshirt that fell past her knees. In her hand was a Pokéball. I stared at her, confused. Her face was familiar for some reason, too, but I couldn't see her very well because she was in the dark.
" I said, freeze!" She insisted.
" I'm frozen already!" I retorted, then clasped my hand over my mouth. " Sorry."
" Hands in the air, or I sic my Golduck on you, thief!" As I was raising my arms, the Purin by my side ran up to her.
" Pu pu, purin purin pu!" She looked down at the Purin, then lowered her arm holding the Pokéball.
" She's not a thief, huh? Sure looks like one, sneaking into my home in the middle of the night. She might of reached the lab before I got to her, then what, Bubbles?"
" Pu PU! Purin ri!" the Purin retorted back.
" Hey, lady, if I were a thief, you really think I'd come here in a T-shirt, jeans, and socks, with no shoes, gloves, or bag to store anything in?" The woman blinked.
" What do gloves have to do with stealing?"
" Fingerprints, duh!" The woman stepped into the bathroom light, and then I recognized her.
" Cypress? Professor Angela Cypress?" I whispered. Professor Cypress seemed startled.
" Yes, my name is Angela Cypress, and yes, I'm a professor, but how do you know that?"
Wow! One—no, two of my characters have come alive! I shook my head.
" You wouldn't believe me. You'd think I was crazy, or I was lying."
" You don't know that." Professor Cypress— I know I created her, but that's what I call her— said hesitantly, pausing to add, " You certainly have an odd accent."
" I've lived in Texas for almost nine years, so sue me!" I said hotly, then clasped my hand over my mouth again.
That acting-without-thinking thing is gonna kill me someday.
" Texas? Where in the world is that?" I sighed. I was gonna have a lot of explaining to do.
" I'd tell you, but I'd need some way to let you know I wasn't lying, 'cause you wouldn't believe me otherwise."
" Well, that's easy. My Golduck here can keep you from lying." She said, holding up her Pokéball. " Let's go to the living room, huh?" I nodded and turned around as the Purin waved goodbye with its tiny fin, then ran off.
When we got to the living room and were both on the couch, Professor Cypress threw the Pokéball up in the air, saying,
" Go, Golduck." A beam of red energy shot out of the button and became a Golduck.
Wow, cool! I wonder how a Pokéball works? Wait a second, this is no time to be wondering about that.
" Golduck?"
" Golduck, make sure she doesn't lie." Golduck nodded and then stared into my eyes, its own eyes glowing red. I guess it did it, but I don't feel any different.
I'll lie and see if it works. I tried to form my mouth around the words 'I'm a boy', but " Flipperty gibberdy booie groo!" came out instead.
" Heh, sorry, just making sure I can't lie." I coughed and cleared my throat, and then began my story. " About a year and a half ago or something, a fanfiction author held a "Dark-type legendary Pokémon" contest to be in her story…. Or something along those lines. I entered it and called mine Delymer. Eventually, I changed his name to Delmyr."
" Delmyr? The Dark Guardian in Labto?" I nodded.
" The same. The reason that Labto was created was because Delmyr needed a place to live. Once the country was created, I created more new Pokémon, gyms, characters, the works. A while after that, I noticed that the south and west borders of Labto were really straight. So, I decided to make two new countries to fill the gap and finish the island… continent… thing. So, that's how I created Salto and Cirto. I created you, Professor Cypress. I created you, Professor Mesquite, Professor Holly, all twenty-four gym leaders, all the Pokémon that were discovered in Labto, Salto, or Cirto… the works."
" But how did you know about Pokémon in the first place? You mentioned a fanfiction author."
" Well, there's this animated television show, made in Japan, called Poketto Monstaa, or Pocket Monsters. It got dubbed in the US, the country where I live, as Pokémon. Kanto, Johto, and the Orange Islands were created by the company that made Pokémon. They created the characters and first 251 Pokémon, too." Professor Cypress slouched in her seat, looking like there had been a grenade dropped on her head.
" You must think I'm crazy. After all, if I think this is the truth, than Golduck wouldn't be able to make me not lie, would he? My own school district thinks I'm schizotypal just because I heard a balsa wood stick talk to me in my mind. But it happened only once!" Professor Cypress stared at me with a weird expression on her face. So did Golduck. " What'd I say?"
" If you were really schizotypal, I think you'd be denying it, wouldn't you?"
" Yeah, I guess so. I think the balsa wood stick talking to me was my overactive imagination. Being here might be a result of my overactive imagination."
" You're calling me a figment? Not real? I assure you, I am real."
" Maybe you just think you're real." She smirked at me.
" I think, therefore I am." I hummed over this for a moment.
" D'oh!"
" Golduck duck?"
" Well, I'm not sure if I quite believe you, but there's nothing to disprove you."
" So I'm like a theory, heh? I can't be proven or disproven?"
" I'm not sure proven and disproven are the words, but yes." I nodded, and then an idea flashed across my mind.
" Hey, if I'm gonna be stuck here, away from home, in the Pokémon World, then I'm gonna make the best of it!"
" What do you mean?" Professor Cypress asked incredulously.
" I mean that I'm gonna be a trainer!" My companion suddenly coughed. " What? I can do it! I know everything I need to know!"
" It's not that simple. You see, something must have happened after you supposedly created Cirto, because we have laws about training here. You see, every year, we have about a month for young trainers-to-be to take an exam about Pokémon and survival skills. You must be at least ten years old to take the exam. If you pass, you get a trainer's license, Pokémon, Pokédex, a certain amount of money as decided by the Cirto government, everything you need to be a trainer. Without a trainer's license, you can't battle Gym Leaders, enter any leagues, or catch more than one Pokémon. If you want to be a trainer, you'll have to take the exam."
" I can do it! Just teach me some survival skills and I'm ready!"
" I'm not saying you can't do it, but…."
" But?" I asked impatiently.
" Most Pokémon trainers prepare for the exam for all of their educational lives, some even longer. And the time to take the exam ends in six days, a week counting tonight. I have five days to teach you what most people learn over the course of five years. You'll have to take the exam on the last day, which means you won't have a chance to retake it until next year. I can certainly teach you what you need to know, but can you learn it?" I pondered it for a moment.
" Yeah!"
" Then you'd better get some sleep. You'll have to sleep on the couch tonight, because I don't have a guest room prepared. Sleep well, I'm going to wake you up at dawn. Golduck, return!" The Pokémon disappeared into its Pokéball, and Professor Cypress took a large blanket-thing off the back of the couch and handed it to me. She was about to leave the room, but then she stopped in the doorway and turned.
" Sweet dreams, kid."
AN: And now you know…. The rest of the story. Or something. LOL.
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Claimer: I, Cirto, Labto, Salto, all original characters and Pokémon, and anything else I created, belong to me. To use them, you must not make money off of it, get my permission (yakkety@hotmail.com), and give me credit. Thank you.