So . . . here is chapter . . . uh . . . um, oh! Chapter 7! Wait . . . no that ain't it! ::Looks at document:: OH! THIS IS CHAPTER 5! No wait . . . it's chapter 6. Ugh . . . I need more sleep.
Breezy- your pen name takes WAY too long to type out, so I'm jus' gonna put Breezy. But I'm sure ya figured that out on your own. N E WAYZ! There's only one thing I didn't like about Hawaii. Well, make that two. One: Hawaii is very . . . small. It's been about 1 1/2 years now, and I still remember O'ahu better than VA. I still don't know CRAP about VA! The other thing I didn't like about Hawaii is that I couldn't go snowboarding. Yeah, ya don't really get much snow in Hawaii. Hmm . . . I wonder why?
[Er….because it's HAWAII??! Duh.]
You're really not that good at catching onto sarcasm . . .
Silver Wolf66- Mandarin . . . hmm . . . that's Chinese right? jk. Did your friend happen to go to St. Ann's? If so . . . what's your friend's name? I might have known him/her. Irish . . . ooh, can ya speak Manderin wit' an Irish accent?
Now . . . all ye wanteth to readeth the chapter . . . eth. That's screwed up. So . . . here ya go. I personally don't think this one did as well as the others. But hopefully I'm thinking that only cuz I'm a bit pessimistic.
OH WAIT A MINUTE! YOUR "QUOTE!"
Quote of the day:
"It's a rock! It's a
boulder! No! It's Fatman!
More powerful than a pound and a quarter lobster!
Faster than a herd of turtles!
Stronger than a 4 day armpit!"
[Okay, that is just GROSS and stupid..]
Yeah, that's cuz it was meant to be gross . . . and stupid. But no one cares about wut you think!
Um, if ya know the rest of the lines then I'll be able to think up somethin' to finish the rest up.
Disclaimer: I dunno . . . maybe . . . hmm, nope sorry to disappoint ya.
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Ch 6: Team Who?
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After May had seriously damaged Winston's pride she, Brendan, and their Pokémon continued on their way to Petalburg Woods. Finally, an hour of walking and five bottles of bug spray later, they came upon a sign that said: 'Petalburg Woods that way '. What they didn't know was that they had to walk another twenty minutes before the entrance to the Woods actually came into view. Then they had to walk to the entrance. All in all it was a very challenging and tiring ordeal. It was 8:30 when they had finally made it to the entrance. Needless to say, they were wiped out when they arrived at the entrance (how many times have I used 'entrance'?). So they decided to call it the day and unfolded their sleeping bags (near the entrance . . .), which is where we join back up with our champions in the making . . . whom are currently next to the entrance . . .
"Ok Brendan, most people unfold their sleeping bags to sleep in 'em. Usually they don't stare at it and wait for it to roll out on its own. It's not that hard. To roll out your sleeping bag you first untie the strings. Then you unfold it."
"I know that!" he roared back.
"Then why don't you use that knowledge and untie the darn things?!" May responded with a raised voice.
"'Cause! Um, 'cause, I can't really…get them untied." May palmed her forehead.
"That's why most people usually don't tie the strings in a knot!"
"Ya know ya could help me untie the thing!" May pondered this for a few seconds.
"Nah. I'd rather see you spend all night tryin' to get them undone. Then again, I probably wouldn't get any sleep. Fine, gimme the dumb bag." Brendan happily threw the bag at May's face while she raised her arms to block it. She picked it off the ground, and 10 seconds later tossed the newly unfolded sleeping bag unceremoniously onto the ground. Brendan grumbled something that she didn't pick up on, so she just shrugged it off before sliding herself into her sleeping bag, and laid her head on her pillow, which Brendan didn't have. She then reached over to her Pokéballs and recalled her Pokémon into their respective balls. Brendan did the same, except he had to leave out the pillow part. May fell asleep after 20 minutes, but Brendan was having a hard time falling asleep since he didn't have a pillow to rest his head on. But he didn't mind. After all, his crus—partner was sleeping right next to him. Well, maybe not right next to him, but pretty close.
'Closer than Wally will ever be,' he thought as he looked at May's sleeping form. 'Dang, she looks nothing like her real self when she's asleep. She looks so . . . peaceful. So . . . not May.' Soon after Brendan felt the world fade as he wandered off to wherever peoples' minds go when they dream.
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"For crying out loud, Brendan! Get the heck away from me!"
::sigh:: Why are we not surprised?
"Huh?" ::WHACK:: "AAHH! NOT! ::WHACK:: AGAIN!" ::WHACK::
"GET AWAY FROM ME PERV!" she shrieked, brandishing her evil feathered pillow of doom. Brendan ran off very quickly into the woods to let her cool down. He also remembered very clearly something she had told him not too long ago. Something about his friend Johnson and his two little buddies. He shuddered. She was probably evil enough to really do it too. He wandered around a bit, admiring the scenery. Until, of course . . .
"Hey pal! You up for a battle?" Brendan spun around so quickly he heard something in his neck crack. He looked at the man who had dared to say those words. Ah, just a bug catcher. Brendan smirked.
"If ya really feel like losin', then fine, I'll battle you." The bug catcher glared.
"Why you! I'll show you a thing or two!" he roared.
"Oh really? Well hurry up, I can't seem to hold back my anticipation," Brendan said, each word dripping with sarcasm.
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Brendan walked away from the battle $80 richer. Six Pokémon, six attacks, and the bug catcher was down for the count. He was currently walking back to the entrance when he suddenly stopped. He remembered seeing something over the rocks when they were walking towards Petalburg Woods. It had looked like another entrance.
"Aw why not?" he said as he started off towards the other entrance.
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Well that was a complete waste of time. All that time and all he had found was a Pokéball. He was currently walking back to the other entrance, the one he had originally entered the Woods through. He arrived back at their little camp to find all of May's things packed, but all of his stuff was still all over the place. He found May sitting down, leaning against a tree with her bags next to her, asleep. He debated whether or not to surprise her. He thought better of it and decided instead to throw her stuff onto the tree limbs. He then proceeded to pack his own stuff. The only thing that told him May had woken up . . .
"WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!" Every nerve in Brendan's body was alert, every hair on his body spiked to its peak. He calmly drew in a deep breath, and let it out . . .
"AAAAHHHH!"
"BRENDAN BIRCH WHERE ARE MY THINGS?!"
"WHAT'RE YOU LOOKIN' AT ME FOR?!"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE DUMB ENOUGH TO HIDE 'EM! NOT ONLY THAT, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE AROUND!" Growling, he was barely able to contain himself from doing something not nice to his partner.
"WELL IF YOU HAD THE BRAINS TO LOOK UP YA WOULDN'T BE YELLIN' AT ME!" May looked up into the tree, and sure enough, all of her stuff was there. She looked back at Brendan.
"WELL IF YOU HADN'T PUT MY STUFF THERE I WOULDN'T HAVE A REASON TA YELL AT YOU!" Brendan opened his mouth and closed it like a fish. She did have a point. Brendan stood there, fuming at his verbal defeat. Losing her patience, May grabbed Brendan by the ear and dragged him into Petalburg Woods.
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"Dang this place is pretty big," May said. Brendan glanced at her and mumbled something. May tilted her head at him, then turned her attention to what was in front of her. Which was good because she would of hit a low-hanging branch. Brendan on the other hand . . .
"Ow! DANG IT! WHO PUT THAT THING THERE?!"
He wasn't so lucky.
May's eyes widened as she pretty much saw the bump forming on his head. The Pokémon, who had been released five minutes after they had entered the Woods, couldn't hold back. May started giggling, then went into full-blown laughter.
5 minutes later
May's laughter changing back to giggles signified that she was almost done making Brendan feel like the biggest idiot (::cough::) that ever walked the earth. So they continued getting lost in the Woods, until May spotted someone.
"Excuse me sir!" The man turned to where the voice came from. He saw May and paled as he saw the other trainer walking up next to her, rubbing his bruised head.
He tripped over his two left feet and crab-walked as far away as he could until he backed into a tree. He stretched out his arms in a very drama kind of way. "NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!" May and Brendan looked at each other and sweat-dropped. The catcher seized the moment and ran away as fast as his feet could take him. Once they couldn't see bug boy anymore May turned to Brendan with a raised eyebrow and hand on her hip.
"What're you lookin' at me for! All I did was beat him in a battle!"
"Whatever." She looked around. "We've been here before haven't we?!" Brendan rolled his eyes.
"No #### Sherlock. How long did that take ya to figure out?" All Brendan got in reply was another bump on his head.
"Ow! Dang it! What was that for?!" The Pokémon started snickering.
"'Cause ya could've told me that we were goin' in circles!" Brendan didn't say anything, so May stomped off, with Brendan and the Pokémon close behind.
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Brendan was paying attention to everything except what was in front of him, so he didn't realize May had stopped until he walked right into her. This got him yet another bump and causing him to stumble backward into a tree and smack his head on another branch . . . Okay everybody, it's time to pity him. He brought a hand gingerly to his head and touched it, cringing when he did so.
"AH JEEZ! WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE HEAD WITH YOU PEOPLE!"
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE?! I SWEAR YOU ARE THE BIGGEST BABY I HAVE EVER HAD THE UNPLEASANTNESS TO MEET!" Brendan started mumbling curses at her.
May sighed and shook her head and walked up to a man in a bright red business suit, the cause of her sudden halt. She looked him over. For some reason he just doesn't seem to belong here, May thought sardonically.
"Um sir? Have you lost your way?" Her voice startled the man, and he turned so fast May could've sworn she had seen his chest and butt at the same time. He had a pretty boy face.
"Heheh. Actually no, I haven't," he said. As Brendan walked up and stood next to May, rubbing the back of his head, the man continued, "You see, I have a particular . . . attraction to Shroomish. I just think they are sooooo cute! I just can't, like, get enough of them! You haven't happened to have seen any Shroomish of late, have you my young friends?" The trainers quickly looked at each other and back again. They both shook their heads very quickly.
"HEY YOU!" the trainers and the girly-man (haha, girly-man. GO GOVERNATOR!) jumped at the sound of the voice. They looked behind the girly-man and saw a guy dressed in . . . well, it's kinda hard to explain. He was wearing capris with a red belt. He wore a black skin-tight shirt. Over the shirt he wore something that may have once been a red sweater. The arms were shredded and on the front was a big, black, funky looking M on it. And the hood had three horns coming out from it. Plain and simple: he looked weird.
"GIVE ME THOSE PAPERS RIGHT NOW!" The girly-man screamed like a . . . well, like a girl and ran behind May and Brendan.
"Y-you kids a-are t-t-trainers right? You gotta protect me!" May looked from the man to Brendan, who rolled his eyes. She turned her attention back to the . . . person.
"Alright freak. Two questions. First: What do you want with those papers? And second: What's with that outfit? In case ya haven't noticed Halloween passed, like, a LONG time ago." This comment made the guy's blood boil.
"How dare you say that about Team Magma's uniform!? You shall pay for that!" May and Brendan both raised an eyebrow as they looked at each other in stupefaction.
"Team?"
"Who?" The man's face went as red as the hooded shirt he was wearing.
"TEAM MAGMA! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO WE ARE?!" The trainers shook their heads. "FINE THEN! I'LL SHOW YOU IN A BATTLE!" The trainers smirked.
"Hey May. This one's mine." May nodded and stepped back.
"So you wish to battle me? Fine! But you'll never know what hit you! Go Poochyena!" From the Poke Ball came a black-coated dog Pokémon.
"At least it isn't a Zigzagoon," Brendan said to May, who started laughing. "Bagon you're up!" Bagon ran forward to face its first opponent. He stared blankly at the puppy Pokémon. Suddenly it dawned on him that he was in a battle and he started shaking with nervousness.
"You'll do fine, Bagon," Brendan encouraged.
"Poochyena Tackle attack!" Poochyena ran towards Bagon. Brendan ordered it to lower its head and brace itself. Instead of hitting Bagon's stomach the dog hit Bagon's steel head. It stepped back, walking around like it was drunk.
"Only Shaolin monks have harder heads!" Brendan exclaimed with glee.
"Bagon, Bite it!" Bagon opened its mouth, and Poochyena literally walked right in there. Bagon bit down as hard as it could, and Poochyena let out a howl before collapsing. The very pissed off Magma dude recalled his Pokémon, saying something about it being a weak Pokémon, before running off. Bagon walked back to its trainer, who congratulated it.
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Hello again new reader! (or re-reader) So how's the fic so far? Ya like it? Drop a review and give me your thoughts, if you so desire.
Well, I'm gonna try and do weekly updates. Hahahaha, I'm funny. Weekly updates. That cracks me up. Anyways, here's a random fact: I do all my chapters usually in one night. Maybe two, it depends. Or six, or 52, give or take.
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