Disclaimer: I do not own any Pokèmon. This is the story of...Charmander
A Pokèmon Perspective – Charmander's Challenge
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Hmmmmm...where could Damien be? He said he would be here a few hours ago and he always does what he says. Well, I hope Damien can get back to this rock I'm planted on in time...the flame on my tail is growing smaller...and I'm starting to feel kinda weak. Not to mention that the sun is really taking a toll on me.
I remember when I first met Damien and I thought he was sooooo cool. He had so many rare Pokèmon (none as rare as me, though) and he seemed so awesome. I even felt honored to be caught by him.
He always used me first to fight against other Pokèmon. I always wanted to try to show off to him by toying with my opponent. I often pulled stunts like that. It usually ran like clockwork...I let the enemy Pokèmon attack and I'd dodge it every time. Well, maybe not EVERY time...I got hit once or twice...actually, more then once or twice.
However, I'm usually ready to fight with all my strength but Damien always quickly replaced me with his other rare Pokèmon. So because of this, he never got to see my real strength. I've always trusted him and it seemed weird that he would leave me here this long. He seemed trustworthy enough in the beginning, but lately...he's been treating me really harsh and been constantly shouting at me even when I don't screw things up for him, and...huh?
My thoughts were interrupted as I spied three kids – one wearing a cap, a red-haired feisty female, and a tall boy with squinty eyes and brown spiky hair. Accompanying them was a Pikachu. At that moment, my brain processed one question...who WERE they?
"A Charmander!" exclaimed the squinty-eyed boy.
"Chaarrrrrr!" I moaned. (Who the heck are you?)
Those kids didn't even answer me...how rude. Then they started talking about how they want to catch me and that kid in the middle with the hat used a weird small, red, talking machine that said I could die if the flame on my tail went out. Then he threw a Pokeball at me...I wasn't sure what he was up to, but if he wanted to play catch, I wasn't really up to it. But I'll swat it back, just to be nice.
"Look at his tail, he's weak...try to throw the Pokeball one more time."
Hey, that squinty-eyed boy told that capped kid to throw his ball a second time. As he did so, it became clear that he wasn't playing catch...he wanted to catch ME! He's must not be very bright then, because he didn't even try to weaken me with one of his own Pokèmon first. He simply tossed that red and white ball at me.
He must not have been aware that I already have a trainer. But due to HOW weak I was feeling, I got trapped inside the Pokeball...but for one second, TOPS. I still had plenty of strength left to break out. What was he thinking? He is one dense kid.
Hey, that Pikachu is climbing the same rock I'm on. This is MY space! What does HE think he's doing?!
"Pikachuuu...pika...pika." (Hey, Charmander...what are you doing all by yourself on this rock?)
"Char...man...der...char." (Oh, I'm just hanging out waiting for my trainer to come. Nothing much.)
"Pika...chaaa." (Okay, now I just need to tell my friends that. Give me a sec.)
He then explained it to his friends and they left me all by myself waiting.
Oh, no...it's starting to rain. If it rains too much I could die like what that kid's red little machine said.
I don't wanna go out yet! I'm too young! I haven't even gotten married, had kids, or been used for a torch in the Pokè-Lympics! Boy, I would be great at that...oh, yeah I'm still in trouble. Good thing there are big leaves around that could cover my tail from the rain.
"SPEEEARRROW!!!"
Oh, great! A group of Spearows are attacking me! Geez, my life has stunk for the last few days...and even if I DO make it out of this, I don't know what I'll do with my life, if Damien doesn't get back soon...
(Ash throws a rock at the Spearows)
Hey...the Spearows are going away...it's a miracle!
"Thundershock, Pikachu!!!"
It's Damien! He made it ba-whoa, wait a sec...Damien never had a Pikachu!
Hey it's those three kids that were talking to me before. They're helping me out...but why?!?
Around that moment, things were getting kinda blurry...every time I think back to that day, my memory gets a little vague at this part.
"Oh, no the flame on his tail is almost out!" one of the kids said.
Thanks, kid...whoever you are...thank...you...ZZZZ...ZZZZ...ZZZZ...
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Wh...where am I? Oh...those kids got me to a Pokèmon Center. They were so nice to get me here unlike that "Oh, I'm so great DAAAMIEN".
I gotta get outta here...go spend some time on my own to think about everything that just happened. Nowhere else to go...except...back to that rock I guess.
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It's been about an hour since I left that Pokèmon Center...but I still don't see Damien or anybody else around here. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe-hey, what's that noise? I hear people yelling...might well check it out...
Hey it's the Pikachu from before...but he's stuck in some...red bubble thingy. And he's being kidnapped by...two people in blue astronauts outfits and a talking Meowth?!
Well, WHOEVER they are, I gotta stop them! Those kids and their Pikachu saved me...now it's time to return the favor!
"Char...char...mander!" I yelled at them. (You better give Pikachu back to those guys right now!)
"Team Rocket plays rough, so get moving!" the Meowth shot back.
All right then...if words won't work, then I'll hafta make my point another way! You asked for it! I'll turn you three into fried chicken with my flamethrower.
With all the strength I could muster, I released a very accurate and extremely powerful stream of flame in their direction! In my mind, I was laughing heartily as I watched those three chumps burn! Wow, they're already running away! That's right, you BETER run...CHICKENS!
Afterwards those three kids made sure that Pikachu was safe, they offered me to come along with them. The one with the cap said that Damien wouldn't be coming back. It hurt to hear such a thing, but what's sad was...it didn't sound like was lying.
I thought hard for a moment. Well, what did I have to lose? Maybe I sh-
"Hey, Charmundah!" said a VERY familiar voice.
I turned my head in the direction of the sound...and saw what should've been impossible! But it was HIM! It was Damien!
"Been lookin' all ova for ya!" he said, with a strange look on his face that I didn't trust.
The kids I saved angrily asked him what he was up to.
"I came back fah Charmundah, just like I promised! So lets go," said Damien.
Hmm...what should I do? He wants me back but I don't really know if want to go with him. He said he would be back, but it really DOES look like he...abandoned me.
That's when he started arguing with the other three kids. He stated the undeniable fact that HE was the one who caught me. That's true but...he's been treating me like dirt.
And I don't like it one bit.
They kept talking to me and to each other. The three kids accused Damien of all these horrible deeds.
The girl says he just wants to use me to win battles. And that squinty- eyed fellow noted that Damien already left me behind once, warning me that he might do it again.
But my former trainer had only one thing in mind. I knew what it was and I didn't like it at all.
"Charmundah return!!" Damien yelled, getting ready to fling a Pokèball at me.
This isn't just a game of catch anymore. And I've had it being treated like dirt, being abandoned, and having insults tossed at me. Damien, that's it! YOU'RE THROUGH!!!
I angrily hit the ball hard with my tail, and the ball went sailing back, hitting him in his face.
"That does it, I'll crush you with every Pokèmon I've got!" Damien shouted.
I've got a better idea...how about NO?
Acting almost on instinct, I fired another jet of flame from my mouth...and if that weren't enough, that boy's Pikachu helped, adding some electricity to the burning screaming thing that used to be my owner. I swear at that point I could see his insides.
HA, HA, HA...he ran away screaming for his mommy...what a loser.
What to do now? Damien's gone, and that rock I was on back there doesn't sound very inviting. The two boys are talking about taking me long with them. At that point, I hardly cared because any trainer sounded better than Damien. He was as nasty as they come.
But as I looked at him, something stirred within me. That capped kid had a strange look in his eyes. It was a look of determination, loyalty, trust and...friendship. Damien had fooled me before, but this was different.
Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in a while, but something...SOMETHING told me that I could really...REALLY trust this boy. I didn't know if he was a great trainer or the worst one ever, but his skills didn't matter. Because I sensed something even better.
He had a good heart. And in my book, that makes him a winner any day.
"Come on, Charmander! Welcome to the group!" he happily exclaimed.
Then maybe for the first time ever...I smiled.
The kid gently tossed his Pokèball in my direction and I happily jumped in. I would later come to realize that my new trainer and his friends had a truckload of nice and friendly Pokèmon that I can talk to and form great bonds with...unlike the Pokèmon that Damien had.
Things changed for me from that day on. I got involved in ferocious battles that pushed me to my limits, which only made me stronger. I got to see amazing sights and places that I'd only dreamt of before. I made some real friends, and was making more each day. And most importantly, I had grown far beyond my potential. With all this experience, it's made me a better Pokèmon.
I think it's safe to say my bad luck has come to an end.
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This is my update to my previous 3 chapters. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I had other things going on. I also have a special thanx to my bro Whose Liner who is a fanfic writer.
A Pokèmon Perspective – Charmander's Challenge
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Hmmmmm...where could Damien be? He said he would be here a few hours ago and he always does what he says. Well, I hope Damien can get back to this rock I'm planted on in time...the flame on my tail is growing smaller...and I'm starting to feel kinda weak. Not to mention that the sun is really taking a toll on me.
I remember when I first met Damien and I thought he was sooooo cool. He had so many rare Pokèmon (none as rare as me, though) and he seemed so awesome. I even felt honored to be caught by him.
He always used me first to fight against other Pokèmon. I always wanted to try to show off to him by toying with my opponent. I often pulled stunts like that. It usually ran like clockwork...I let the enemy Pokèmon attack and I'd dodge it every time. Well, maybe not EVERY time...I got hit once or twice...actually, more then once or twice.
However, I'm usually ready to fight with all my strength but Damien always quickly replaced me with his other rare Pokèmon. So because of this, he never got to see my real strength. I've always trusted him and it seemed weird that he would leave me here this long. He seemed trustworthy enough in the beginning, but lately...he's been treating me really harsh and been constantly shouting at me even when I don't screw things up for him, and...huh?
My thoughts were interrupted as I spied three kids – one wearing a cap, a red-haired feisty female, and a tall boy with squinty eyes and brown spiky hair. Accompanying them was a Pikachu. At that moment, my brain processed one question...who WERE they?
"A Charmander!" exclaimed the squinty-eyed boy.
"Chaarrrrrr!" I moaned. (Who the heck are you?)
Those kids didn't even answer me...how rude. Then they started talking about how they want to catch me and that kid in the middle with the hat used a weird small, red, talking machine that said I could die if the flame on my tail went out. Then he threw a Pokeball at me...I wasn't sure what he was up to, but if he wanted to play catch, I wasn't really up to it. But I'll swat it back, just to be nice.
"Look at his tail, he's weak...try to throw the Pokeball one more time."
Hey, that squinty-eyed boy told that capped kid to throw his ball a second time. As he did so, it became clear that he wasn't playing catch...he wanted to catch ME! He's must not be very bright then, because he didn't even try to weaken me with one of his own Pokèmon first. He simply tossed that red and white ball at me.
He must not have been aware that I already have a trainer. But due to HOW weak I was feeling, I got trapped inside the Pokeball...but for one second, TOPS. I still had plenty of strength left to break out. What was he thinking? He is one dense kid.
Hey, that Pikachu is climbing the same rock I'm on. This is MY space! What does HE think he's doing?!
"Pikachuuu...pika...pika." (Hey, Charmander...what are you doing all by yourself on this rock?)
"Char...man...der...char." (Oh, I'm just hanging out waiting for my trainer to come. Nothing much.)
"Pika...chaaa." (Okay, now I just need to tell my friends that. Give me a sec.)
He then explained it to his friends and they left me all by myself waiting.
Oh, no...it's starting to rain. If it rains too much I could die like what that kid's red little machine said.
I don't wanna go out yet! I'm too young! I haven't even gotten married, had kids, or been used for a torch in the Pokè-Lympics! Boy, I would be great at that...oh, yeah I'm still in trouble. Good thing there are big leaves around that could cover my tail from the rain.
"SPEEEARRROW!!!"
Oh, great! A group of Spearows are attacking me! Geez, my life has stunk for the last few days...and even if I DO make it out of this, I don't know what I'll do with my life, if Damien doesn't get back soon...
(Ash throws a rock at the Spearows)
Hey...the Spearows are going away...it's a miracle!
"Thundershock, Pikachu!!!"
It's Damien! He made it ba-whoa, wait a sec...Damien never had a Pikachu!
Hey it's those three kids that were talking to me before. They're helping me out...but why?!?
Around that moment, things were getting kinda blurry...every time I think back to that day, my memory gets a little vague at this part.
"Oh, no the flame on his tail is almost out!" one of the kids said.
Thanks, kid...whoever you are...thank...you...ZZZZ...ZZZZ...ZZZZ...
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Wh...where am I? Oh...those kids got me to a Pokèmon Center. They were so nice to get me here unlike that "Oh, I'm so great DAAAMIEN".
I gotta get outta here...go spend some time on my own to think about everything that just happened. Nowhere else to go...except...back to that rock I guess.
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It's been about an hour since I left that Pokèmon Center...but I still don't see Damien or anybody else around here. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe-hey, what's that noise? I hear people yelling...might well check it out...
Hey it's the Pikachu from before...but he's stuck in some...red bubble thingy. And he's being kidnapped by...two people in blue astronauts outfits and a talking Meowth?!
Well, WHOEVER they are, I gotta stop them! Those kids and their Pikachu saved me...now it's time to return the favor!
"Char...char...mander!" I yelled at them. (You better give Pikachu back to those guys right now!)
"Team Rocket plays rough, so get moving!" the Meowth shot back.
All right then...if words won't work, then I'll hafta make my point another way! You asked for it! I'll turn you three into fried chicken with my flamethrower.
With all the strength I could muster, I released a very accurate and extremely powerful stream of flame in their direction! In my mind, I was laughing heartily as I watched those three chumps burn! Wow, they're already running away! That's right, you BETER run...CHICKENS!
Afterwards those three kids made sure that Pikachu was safe, they offered me to come along with them. The one with the cap said that Damien wouldn't be coming back. It hurt to hear such a thing, but what's sad was...it didn't sound like was lying.
I thought hard for a moment. Well, what did I have to lose? Maybe I sh-
"Hey, Charmundah!" said a VERY familiar voice.
I turned my head in the direction of the sound...and saw what should've been impossible! But it was HIM! It was Damien!
"Been lookin' all ova for ya!" he said, with a strange look on his face that I didn't trust.
The kids I saved angrily asked him what he was up to.
"I came back fah Charmundah, just like I promised! So lets go," said Damien.
Hmm...what should I do? He wants me back but I don't really know if want to go with him. He said he would be back, but it really DOES look like he...abandoned me.
That's when he started arguing with the other three kids. He stated the undeniable fact that HE was the one who caught me. That's true but...he's been treating me like dirt.
And I don't like it one bit.
They kept talking to me and to each other. The three kids accused Damien of all these horrible deeds.
The girl says he just wants to use me to win battles. And that squinty- eyed fellow noted that Damien already left me behind once, warning me that he might do it again.
But my former trainer had only one thing in mind. I knew what it was and I didn't like it at all.
"Charmundah return!!" Damien yelled, getting ready to fling a Pokèball at me.
This isn't just a game of catch anymore. And I've had it being treated like dirt, being abandoned, and having insults tossed at me. Damien, that's it! YOU'RE THROUGH!!!
I angrily hit the ball hard with my tail, and the ball went sailing back, hitting him in his face.
"That does it, I'll crush you with every Pokèmon I've got!" Damien shouted.
I've got a better idea...how about NO?
Acting almost on instinct, I fired another jet of flame from my mouth...and if that weren't enough, that boy's Pikachu helped, adding some electricity to the burning screaming thing that used to be my owner. I swear at that point I could see his insides.
HA, HA, HA...he ran away screaming for his mommy...what a loser.
What to do now? Damien's gone, and that rock I was on back there doesn't sound very inviting. The two boys are talking about taking me long with them. At that point, I hardly cared because any trainer sounded better than Damien. He was as nasty as they come.
But as I looked at him, something stirred within me. That capped kid had a strange look in his eyes. It was a look of determination, loyalty, trust and...friendship. Damien had fooled me before, but this was different.
Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in a while, but something...SOMETHING told me that I could really...REALLY trust this boy. I didn't know if he was a great trainer or the worst one ever, but his skills didn't matter. Because I sensed something even better.
He had a good heart. And in my book, that makes him a winner any day.
"Come on, Charmander! Welcome to the group!" he happily exclaimed.
Then maybe for the first time ever...I smiled.
The kid gently tossed his Pokèball in my direction and I happily jumped in. I would later come to realize that my new trainer and his friends had a truckload of nice and friendly Pokèmon that I can talk to and form great bonds with...unlike the Pokèmon that Damien had.
Things changed for me from that day on. I got involved in ferocious battles that pushed me to my limits, which only made me stronger. I got to see amazing sights and places that I'd only dreamt of before. I made some real friends, and was making more each day. And most importantly, I had grown far beyond my potential. With all this experience, it's made me a better Pokèmon.
I think it's safe to say my bad luck has come to an end.
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This is my update to my previous 3 chapters. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I had other things going on. I also have a special thanx to my bro Whose Liner who is a fanfic writer.