Master
Me: Hello!
Anime: This is the one I've been waiting for!
Me: (Sweat drop) Just because it's not insane… Just fair to warn you, this is a One-shot. And I'm including moves from Fire Red, Leaf Green and Egg moves.
Underneath the orange Nanab tree on Route 110, back against the trunk, cap pulled over his eyes and arms behind his head, sat Flint the Watcher. The six Poke-balls on his belt meant he had six companions with him, or maybe less.
He'd gotten a lot of trouble from that Torchic the hour before. For some reason, the pokeball hadn't worked on it, so it was in his backpack, asleep. So, instead of carrying on to Mauville, he decided just to sleep in the wild, as he often did. Unfortunately, the Wingull wanted some Nanabs, along with the Swablu.
"Gull!" It squawked, glaring at the fluffy-winged bird.
"Blu-Swa!" It yelled back, flapping the afore-mentioned wings. And, by doing that, dislodging a Nanab. Right onto Flint's head. He awoke with a jolt, gritting his teeth in pain, grabbing at the spot of the Nanab hit. And Nanabs are hard. He turned to the pair angrily.
"Stupid Birds! Get oudda here!" He yelled, scaring away the flying-types. He rubbed his head, messing up his white, neck-length hair, muttering "(That really hurt…)" He'd only been asleep an hour, so was a little grumpy. He picked up his Fawn backpack, pushed himself off the ground, and then stood up. He brushed off his green T-shirt, turned in his blue jeans, and then walked towards Mauville in his white trainers.
"Hey, you!" he heard from behind him. He looked round to see a girl with long, brown hair running towards him, followed by three boys. She was wearing a red, zipped top, white cycling shorts and had a bandana over her head with a picture of a Pokeball on it. She ran up to him, and then stopped, doubled over.
"Can I help you?" he asked, watching the girl catch her breath as the three boys caught up. One of them was short, with black hair and glasses, one of them was taller, black hair again and a base-ball cap, and the last one, who looked the oldest, had brown hair and a brown jacket. The girl looked up at him, turned slightly pink, and then asked hurriedly;
"I'm sorry, but have you seen a Torchic anywhere?!?" He hesitated, questioning her sanity.
"A… Torchic?" he asked her, glancing at the others.
"Yeah, sounds weird." She said, straightening up. She was about half a head shorter than him. "Anyway, have you seen it?" she asked, sounding anxious.
"Oh, so that's why I couldn't catch it!" he realized, pulling his backpack off. "I saw it in the grass over there and I thought it was a wild one!" He opened his backpack to reveal a Torchic, eyes closed and sleeping soundly.
"Torchic!" the girl yelled, ecstatic. She plucked the fire-type out of the backpack, and then hugged it, beaming with tears in her eyes, jolting it out of sleep. "Oh Torchic! I'm so sorry for shouting at you like that!" She pulled back slightly, looking at it. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Torchic-tor!" It squeaked happily, rubbing it's head against her. She smiled happily, then pulled out a Pokeball.
"Thank you, Torchic. Return." A beam of red light came from the button and hit Torchic. It enveloped Torchic, then disappeared, taking Torchic with it. She looked back at Flint, wiping her eyes. "I really can't thank you enough for helping my Torchic. I'm May."
"Flint. It's OK." He said, nodding. He turned to the others. "And who're you?"
"Ash." Said the boy with the baseball cap.
"Max." Said the be-glassed boy, holding a Poke-nav.
"Brock." Said the oldest boy. Ash glanced at Flint's waist, seeing the Pokeballs he had.
"Hey, are you a trainer?" he asked him.
"Hmm?" he asked. "Oh, no. I'm a Watcher. But that doesn't mean I don't battle." He turned and looked down the road. "Hey, do you wanna go to Mauville together?" he asked, looking at them. "I bet you're heading for a Gym battle. And anyway, I need to get my Pokemon healed."
"Sure we'd love to come!" said May quickly, her face slightly pink, beaming. Flint sweatdropped slightly, then shrugged it off. Max elbowed Ash gently. Ash tuned to look at him.
"(I think May is having a Brock episode.)" He whispered, nodding towards Flint. Ash grinned at that, hoping she hadn't heard him. Once they'd reached Mauville, their conversation had turned to battling, mostly between Ash and Flint.
"-And with Flannery, she uses mostly Fire types, so you'd be better off with Water types." Said Flint, walking into the Poke-centre.
"But how about Ground types?" Ash asked. "Don't they have an advantage against fire types?"
"Ground types are pretty good, but it's best to go with Water types." He handed his Pokeballs in for healing, along with Ash, May and Brock.
"So, speaking of battling, how about one when our Pokemon are healed?" asked Ask to Flint.
"Sure." He said, sitting down on one of the sofas. "How about a six-one appearance?"
"Sorry, a what?" asked Ash, sitting down opposite.
"A six-one appearance is a form of watcher battling." Said Max, looking round at the others. "It involves using six Pokemon each, each Pokemon making an appearance only once in the battle." Ash and May still looked confused, so Brock explained further.
"Here's an example." He said. "Say Ash's Pikachu is fighting May's Torchic. If Torchic looses, she's out, as usual. But then, Pikachu isn't allowed to be used again in that battle. He must be switched for another Pokemon. If it's three wins apiece, the two strongest Pokemon in each team fight it out."
"…Ok, sure." Said Ash, turning to Flint again. He remembered something, then lightly hit his forehead. "Oh man! I forgot I've only got three Pokemon with me! I'll have to call Professor Oak." After they'd got their Pokemon back, and after a quick call home for Ash, they were stood outside, ready. Ash had with him:
Pikachu (As usual), Treeko, Cyndaquill, Taillow, Muk and Totodile. Flint had with him: … Who knows? May and Max stood at the sidelines (As usual), and Brock was going to referee.
"This is a Six-One Appearance battle." Said Brock firmly. "No Pokemon shall be used twice. Begin!
Mean, aren't I? Please review!
Me: Hello!
Anime: This is the one I've been waiting for!
Me: (Sweat drop) Just because it's not insane… Just fair to warn you, this is a One-shot. And I'm including moves from Fire Red, Leaf Green and Egg moves.
Underneath the orange Nanab tree on Route 110, back against the trunk, cap pulled over his eyes and arms behind his head, sat Flint the Watcher. The six Poke-balls on his belt meant he had six companions with him, or maybe less.
He'd gotten a lot of trouble from that Torchic the hour before. For some reason, the pokeball hadn't worked on it, so it was in his backpack, asleep. So, instead of carrying on to Mauville, he decided just to sleep in the wild, as he often did. Unfortunately, the Wingull wanted some Nanabs, along with the Swablu.
"Gull!" It squawked, glaring at the fluffy-winged bird.
"Blu-Swa!" It yelled back, flapping the afore-mentioned wings. And, by doing that, dislodging a Nanab. Right onto Flint's head. He awoke with a jolt, gritting his teeth in pain, grabbing at the spot of the Nanab hit. And Nanabs are hard. He turned to the pair angrily.
"Stupid Birds! Get oudda here!" He yelled, scaring away the flying-types. He rubbed his head, messing up his white, neck-length hair, muttering "(That really hurt…)" He'd only been asleep an hour, so was a little grumpy. He picked up his Fawn backpack, pushed himself off the ground, and then stood up. He brushed off his green T-shirt, turned in his blue jeans, and then walked towards Mauville in his white trainers.
"Hey, you!" he heard from behind him. He looked round to see a girl with long, brown hair running towards him, followed by three boys. She was wearing a red, zipped top, white cycling shorts and had a bandana over her head with a picture of a Pokeball on it. She ran up to him, and then stopped, doubled over.
"Can I help you?" he asked, watching the girl catch her breath as the three boys caught up. One of them was short, with black hair and glasses, one of them was taller, black hair again and a base-ball cap, and the last one, who looked the oldest, had brown hair and a brown jacket. The girl looked up at him, turned slightly pink, and then asked hurriedly;
"I'm sorry, but have you seen a Torchic anywhere?!?" He hesitated, questioning her sanity.
"A… Torchic?" he asked her, glancing at the others.
"Yeah, sounds weird." She said, straightening up. She was about half a head shorter than him. "Anyway, have you seen it?" she asked, sounding anxious.
"Oh, so that's why I couldn't catch it!" he realized, pulling his backpack off. "I saw it in the grass over there and I thought it was a wild one!" He opened his backpack to reveal a Torchic, eyes closed and sleeping soundly.
"Torchic!" the girl yelled, ecstatic. She plucked the fire-type out of the backpack, and then hugged it, beaming with tears in her eyes, jolting it out of sleep. "Oh Torchic! I'm so sorry for shouting at you like that!" She pulled back slightly, looking at it. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Torchic-tor!" It squeaked happily, rubbing it's head against her. She smiled happily, then pulled out a Pokeball.
"Thank you, Torchic. Return." A beam of red light came from the button and hit Torchic. It enveloped Torchic, then disappeared, taking Torchic with it. She looked back at Flint, wiping her eyes. "I really can't thank you enough for helping my Torchic. I'm May."
"Flint. It's OK." He said, nodding. He turned to the others. "And who're you?"
"Ash." Said the boy with the baseball cap.
"Max." Said the be-glassed boy, holding a Poke-nav.
"Brock." Said the oldest boy. Ash glanced at Flint's waist, seeing the Pokeballs he had.
"Hey, are you a trainer?" he asked him.
"Hmm?" he asked. "Oh, no. I'm a Watcher. But that doesn't mean I don't battle." He turned and looked down the road. "Hey, do you wanna go to Mauville together?" he asked, looking at them. "I bet you're heading for a Gym battle. And anyway, I need to get my Pokemon healed."
"Sure we'd love to come!" said May quickly, her face slightly pink, beaming. Flint sweatdropped slightly, then shrugged it off. Max elbowed Ash gently. Ash tuned to look at him.
"(I think May is having a Brock episode.)" He whispered, nodding towards Flint. Ash grinned at that, hoping she hadn't heard him. Once they'd reached Mauville, their conversation had turned to battling, mostly between Ash and Flint.
"-And with Flannery, she uses mostly Fire types, so you'd be better off with Water types." Said Flint, walking into the Poke-centre.
"But how about Ground types?" Ash asked. "Don't they have an advantage against fire types?"
"Ground types are pretty good, but it's best to go with Water types." He handed his Pokeballs in for healing, along with Ash, May and Brock.
"So, speaking of battling, how about one when our Pokemon are healed?" asked Ask to Flint.
"Sure." He said, sitting down on one of the sofas. "How about a six-one appearance?"
"Sorry, a what?" asked Ash, sitting down opposite.
"A six-one appearance is a form of watcher battling." Said Max, looking round at the others. "It involves using six Pokemon each, each Pokemon making an appearance only once in the battle." Ash and May still looked confused, so Brock explained further.
"Here's an example." He said. "Say Ash's Pikachu is fighting May's Torchic. If Torchic looses, she's out, as usual. But then, Pikachu isn't allowed to be used again in that battle. He must be switched for another Pokemon. If it's three wins apiece, the two strongest Pokemon in each team fight it out."
"…Ok, sure." Said Ash, turning to Flint again. He remembered something, then lightly hit his forehead. "Oh man! I forgot I've only got three Pokemon with me! I'll have to call Professor Oak." After they'd got their Pokemon back, and after a quick call home for Ash, they were stood outside, ready. Ash had with him:
Pikachu (As usual), Treeko, Cyndaquill, Taillow, Muk and Totodile. Flint had with him: … Who knows? May and Max stood at the sidelines (As usual), and Brock was going to referee.
"This is a Six-One Appearance battle." Said Brock firmly. "No Pokemon shall be used twice. Begin!
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