THERAPY: for those less fortunate in anime pt 4
Hi! I'm not the happiest person in the world because Hilary just came out with her new cd…grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrness. I, unfortunately, saw her new music video since it was on trl and I had to see if Kelly Clarkson was number one again. Bleugh. That's not rock. It sounds like something that teenage preps would listen to while going to the beach. What a try hard. But anyways…thank you for your reviews. You don't know how happy I am for them. I love reviews. It makes me feel special. But enough of my babbling…on with the story! Today I will do…well you'll see.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY characters from ANY anime. If I did control anime world, I would actually put on GOOD anime, making Zatch Bell, Teen Titans, and Rave Master, go FAR AWAY!
Ok the person I will do today is from…Pokemon: It is about this 12? year old boy, Ash Ketchum, who wants to become the pokemon master. Pokemon are kinda like animals, except they have strange powers. People hunt for them to catch them, then use that Pokemon to fight other trainers. And people try to beat gym leaders, who are really good trainers, and if they do beat the gym leaders, they get a badge that helps them in the end of their journey, And that's really what the whole anime is about; Ash trying to get all the badges and catching Pokemon. Kinda a boring show if you ask me. But anyways, the person I will be doing today is Ash. He is OBESSED with catching Pokemon and really has no life! And the strange part is, he talks to his pokemon that probably have NO clue what the hell he's saying…So that's why I want to put him in therapy.
"I'm bored," I said, while looking through my desk. I stopped listening to my Cd about an hour ago, so now I was bored.
Just then, a cameraman came running through the door and went up to me.
"Someone needs therapy!" He breathed for air. "Really? Who?" I questioned, looking around.
"PICACHUUUU!" A little midget, looking mouse came in. I stared at it like it was an alien because… maybe it was?
"PICACHU! USE LIGHTING BOLT!" A boy screamed while running in and pointing to the cameraman. The cameraman cowered in fear, as the alien like mouse started to chant. I looked around violently, knowing what the poor cameraman would go through if it chanted all the words.
I found a pen and threw it at the midget mouse, which fell as soon as the pen hit it.
"OH MY GOD!" Ash yelped. He ran towards the mouse. I quickly grabbed a pan and walk over to him. But Ash took no notice of me, just started to say weird things to the mouse. I hit him HARD over the head. "OW!" Ash was knocked dead cold on the floor.
"Well that was easy enough," I stated, sitting on a chair, waiting for him to wake up.
Two hours later…
I was looking at my clipboard, while Ash started to wake up.
"Wah? Where am I?" he questioned, looking around.
"Well, Ash, you're in my therapy room for starter," I said, still looking at my clipboard.
Ask looked at me and gasped.
"Are you a Pokemon? You must be!" He excitedly said, while getting up.
"I'll have you know that I'm--"
Ash grabbed a poke ball and threw it at my head. I got an anime nerve. He was already starting to get me agitated.
"I AM NOT A FUCKIN POKEMON!" I shouted, while throwing the poke ball somewhere. Ash just stared at me.
"Then what are you?"
"I AM A HUMAN THAT DOES NOT HAVE ISSSUES WITH POKEMON!"
Ash clapped his hands.
"Well then…I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!" He cried. I threw my hands up, frustrated.
"Do I look like I have pokemon?"
"But everybody has a pokemon."
"But this is reality, where people aren't obsessed with pokemon."
Ash gasped at this. "But…but…everybody likes pokemon. They just have to!"
"Well they don't so get over it." I yelled. Never before has an anime character gotten me this angry so soon.
I looked at my clipboard. "Well. Better get started."
Ash looked mad and upset. "I'll teach you a lesson." He started to reach for a pokeball with a pokemon already in it, but found out that they aren't there.
"What…WHAT HAPPENED TO MY POKEMON?" He shouted, looking at me.
I laughed and replied, "For the safety of my staff and me, we took them away for our own personal amusement."
"NOOO! MY POKEMON! I'm not anything without them!" Ash collapsed to the ground, crying.
I hesitated, but then, out of the kindness of my heart, gave him a hug.
"It's ok you'll live…maybe." I said, smiling.
Ash sniffled. "But…MY POKEMON! WHAT WILL I DO!"
"This is exactly why you're here. To make you get a life."
I handed him a stuffed teddy bear from a random desk. He quickly got up.
"OoOoOo…ANOTHER POKEMON!" he yelped, while throwing a pokeball at it. He looked puzzled. "Hm…. it doesn't seem to want to go in…"
I slapped my forehead. "This is going to take awhile…" I took away the stuffed bear. "It is not a pokemon. Not everything you see is a pokemon…"
Ash gasped. "Really!"
"YES! This is what I've been trying to tell you…"
I sit two hours with him, telling him about the world without pokemon.
"Ash…could you hand me your pokeballs?" I questioned.
"SURE!" Ash handed me all of his pokeballs.
I smiled evilly, and threw every single one out the window.
"OH MY GOD!" Ash screamed and runs towards the window. But of course, he wasn't as stupid as Serena and did not fall off the building.
"Ash…remember what I told you. Life is better without pokemon."
"NOO! I SHALL HURT YOU!" He crieed out and tackled me to the ground.
I finally ripped him off and manage to get to the closet where I stuffed him in there.
"LET ME OUT!" his muffled cries came through the door.
"Not until you and that pokemon obsessed soul of yours agree to never talk about pokemon again." I could hear Ash gasp in shock.
"NEVER!"
"Well, I hope you have something to keep you entertained…" I smiled and opened my laptop to look on websites.
Eight hours later…
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Ash complained.
I just laughed and replied with a, "Oh well…unless you tell me that you'll give up pokemon, you might as well piss your pants…"
"NOOOOO!" he whined, not wanting to give up pokemon.
I shrugged and smirked. "Well that's too bad..."
Two hours later.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" Ash yelled, pounding his fists on the door.
"Alright, what?" I teases, wanting him to suffer even longer, which made him go ballistic.
"I'll give up pokemon forever…JUST LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM!"
"Ok then…" I said and went up to open the door. Ash came flying out threw the door, but I stopped him.
"You promise you'll stay away from pokemon?" I asked.
"YES!" Ash shouted, jumping up and down like a complete lunatic.
"And remember," I warned, "You don't do as I said, then you'll go back in that closet."
"OK THEN!"
I stepped aside and let him go to the bathroom. I looked around, trying to find a certain thing.
"Alright Picachu…you can come out now…he's gone," I whispered.
The mouse like Pokemon came out from hiding.
I turned on some music and went back to my laptop, while Picachu was doing the robot…
Well that's it for part 4! Please tell me whom to do next! And if I didn't put anything up before, it's either I don't know what the hell you're talking about or I don't want to do them…R&R!
