RANDOM MISADVENTURES IN THE POKÉMON WORLD
Written by BansheeGirl
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. I will in this fanfic make several references to other books/movies/songs etc., which also are not my property. I am not making any money out of this! I write merely for your enjoyment!
VOLUME 6
Brock scowled. He angrily flipped his bedcovers off and sat up on the side of his bed. It was such a pain having no eyes. Not only could he not see two inches in front of him, but going to sleep also appeared to a problem. How could he shut his eyelids to drift off into peaceful slumber, when alas he had no eyelids?
On the bunk-bed above Brock, Ash snored almost tauntingly. Brock scowled once more. He surveyed the rest of the room. The others also slept peacefully.
He hated these people. He hated them for being able to sleep, when he could not. He would make them pay.
Brock tiptoed around to the end of his bed, and rummaged around in his backpack. At last he pulled out his trusty Venus 'Divine' razor. After all, it had new intensive moisture. And strips enriched with natural aloe and botanical oils – for divinely smooth skin. To reveal the goddess in you.
But tonight… tonight he would be using his prized glory for a very different purpose. He glanced around at the sleeping members of the fellowship.
Yes… he was going to shave their eyebrows off.
Brock peered around. Who would he start with? He looked to Jessie, who was sleeping on the bottom bunk next to his. She had such perfect, shapely eyebrows. Why couldn't he ever get arches like that?
Yet as he began advancing on the sleeping Rocket girl, Brock noticed something rather out of the ordinary. On the next set of bunk-beds, the top bed was empty. It was Misty's bed. Brock frowned. What was that little runt getting up to?
Reluctantly putting his razor away, Brock slipped out of the sleeping quarters to find Misty. It didn't take long to find her. He wondered why the groans of agony coming from the toilet hadn't woken up the rest of the group.
Brock waited outside the toilet door. Finally he heard the toilet flush and Misty emerged, dramatically gripping her stomach.
"Ew, that's disgusting Misty," Brock somehow managed to articulate, covering his nose and mouth with a sombrero. The stench emanating from the toilet threatened to overtake his very consciousness.
Misty shrugged. "Must've been something bad in that seafood marinara." She ignored the voice at the back of her head telling her that it was her fault for including her whole goldeen in the night's meal.
The two stood in silence.
"So…" Brock offered, trying to inconspicuously stroll away from the entrance of the toilet. The pair walked over to a small merchandise display that was set up by the Pokémon Centre's counter. Misty spun a rotating stand around, trying to find her name among the personalised mini licence-plates.
"What! Mitsy!" She cried. "How could they have 'Mitsy', and not have 'Misty'!" Her face boiled red with fury. And also partly because she was trying ever-so-hard to force back the urge to dash to the toilet again.
"Here, let me see if mine's there…" Brock said calmly, spinning the stand around. "Borck!" He shouted in exclamation (hence the exclamation-mark). "Borck? They have 'Borck' but they don't have 'Brock'! What is this! Whose name is 'Borck'!"
Frantically Brock and Misty spun the stand around to see if the others' names were there. "Jesse! Profesor Oke!" Misty shouted in disbelief. "WHAT KIND OF BAD FANFICTION WRITER MADE THESE LICENCE-PLATES!"
Both of the teenagers fell to the floor in exasperation, each too distraught to comfort the other. It took a good seventeen seconds for Brock and Misty to get over such a traumatic experience. Sighing, the pair looked at each other.
"What now?" Brock asked.
"…Well… There's still some seafood marinara left…"
Brock grimaced. The awful smell from before still choked his nostrils. "Sounds good."
As the pair stood up to head toward the kitchen, a sudden noise against the glass outside wall of the Pokémon Centre made them both jump with slight unease. Brock and Misty looked to one panel of wall to see the underside of a caterpie, its suction-pad-feet stuck firmly to the glass. The caterpie was foaming at the mouth.
"No… it can't be…" Brock murmured apprehensively.
Before they knew it scores of caterpie were flung through the darkness upon the glass exterior of the Pokémon Centre. With each thud and clearly distinguishable series of sucking sounds, another mouth-foaming caterpie clung to the glass, peering in at the petrified Brock and Misty.
"It's… it's Snap's army of rabid caterpie!" Brock finally yelled in a panic. "He's here! Snap's here!" He screamed a high-pitched scream, and retreated back into the sleeping quarters with Misty close at his heel. Both ran around screaming their high-pitched screams, waving their arms above their heads uncontrollably in a hope that the others would wake up and save them.
Before long the rest of the group had awoken, and upon hearing Brock and Misty's panicked announcement they too were running around wildly in their pyjamas screeching at the top of their lungs. That is, all but Professor Oak, who, despite having his eyes super-glued open, was still in a very deep sleep.
The teenagers and Pokémon of the fellowship knew that Professor Oak would know how to stop Snap. They had to wake him somehow.
Luckily Misty came up with the ingenious idea of elbowing Professor Oak in the groin to rouse him from his slumber.
The professor sat bolt upright, tears streaming down his face. Coincidentally, these tears appeared to counteract the effects of the superglue that had previously held his eyes permanently open. He blinked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry like a sad, sad little baby.
"Professor! Snap is here! Snap is here! HE'S GOING TO GET US! You have to do SOMETHING!" Ash screamed, violently shaking the blankets on the old man's bed.
It took a moment before comprehension appeared in Professor Oak's eyes. The professor then promptly screamed louder than any of the teenagers had previously been screaming, tore out of his bed and ran out of the sleeping quarters to escape upstairs to the second and highest level of the Pokémon Centre. Because if all else fails in a threatening situation, the answer is to always run upstairs. After all, if the threat follows you upstairs, you can always jump out a window and risk paraplegia instead.
After a slight moment of confusion, Ash, Misty, Brock, Pikachu, Jessie, James and Meowth darted after Professor Oak to the top floor of the Pokémon Centre. They put a bowl of Corn Flakes at the top of the stairs to delay Snap when he eventually did find out where the fellowship had escaped to.
Weaving through corridors, the group finally found Professor Oak in a large common room. They shut the door and built a barricade of Lego pieces against it.
Professor Oak stood in the middle of the room biting his nails.
"What do we do, Professor?" Misty pleaded to know, scared out of her wits.
The professor continued biting his nails, saying nothing.
Suddenly, an old man wearing a tacky brown suit appeared. "That PC in the corner there is for any Pokémon Trainer to use. Naturally, that means you're welcome to use it, too."
Silence.
"Where'd you come from, old man?" Jessie finally said.
The man spoke again. "That PC in the corner there is for any Pokémon Trainer to use. Naturally, that means you're welcome to use it, too."
Everyone exchanged puzzled looks. Was this loony capable of saying anything else?
"Hey, we can use the PC to email the Police Department to get some Jennys over here to help us!" Brock exclaimed excitedly. He dashed over to the computer and turned it on. In the meantime, Misty elbowed the old man in the groin and shoved him into a pot plant.
Brock waited for the computer to boot up. And he waited. And waited. "Darn it!" He yelled, slamming his fist down on the desk. "It's only Windows '95! We don't have time!"
Suddenly Brock looked up to see an evil-looking Nurse Joy standing beside the computer, holding up the computer lead.
"I don't think so," she scorned menacingly. She then swiftly bit down on the computer lead, severing it in two – severing the fellowship's dear connection with the outside world, and with their any source of help.
Of course, in the process Nurse Joy was electrocuted to death.
Mwahahahahahaha! What will happen next? Will Snap regain control of the One Camera? Can the fellowship devise a plan to foil The Annoying Photographer? Just where has Togepi been for the past five chapters? All will be revealed (maybe) in the next instalment of RANDOM MISADENTURES IN THE POKÉMON WORLD!
Oh yeah. Please review! Thankyou, darlink! (Yes, we just got The Incredibles on DVD. The voice in my head seems to have taken on a slight Edna Mode intonation.)
Till Next Time,
BansheeGirl.