Chapter 6

A/N

I'm amazed at the number of reviews on this story, too bad it didn't go for my other one, this was 100 whining, don't mind that. This chapter will have a little suspense in it, so I hope you don't mind the repetition of things.

"Restlessness and other stuff"

When John was done resting in the PokéCentre he let his Farfetch'd out of his pokéball, the brownish duck Pokémon looked at him happily.

"Farfetch'd, we gotta talk," he said seriously. The duck eyed him suspiciously.

"Far, fetch's ferfetch'?" he said innocently.

"Don't hide it, you speak English, spit it out!" he demanded. The duck spit at his feet, glaring at him. "No, don't spit at me! Spill the beans, do you talk?" he demanded once again. This caused the Farfetch'd to search John's backpack for a tin of tinned beans. He opened them and spilled them all out on the floor.

"FARFETCH'D! Stop behaving like some idiot and admit it!"

"Admit what? Uhh, far fer fetch'd?" he said, blushing.

"See? You talked, why are you hiding it?"

"That's because it's not Fetch when humans know I talk! I could get caught!" he blurted out.

"But, you are caught… by me?" stated John. Farfetch'd slapped his own forehead with his wing.

"Oh, forgot."

"And what is this 'Fetch' you keep saying?"

"It's my word for cool, but that word isn't Fetch at all!" the brown duck snapped, smacking his trainer lightly at his leg.

"Ouch, mean duck! Anyway, I'm going out, and you and Ka-Boom will stay here because I don't want you to embarrass me this night!" he said while letting the Voltorb out from its pokéball. "You two should get acquainted, and I want this mess to be cleaned up when I come back, Farfetch'd!" he finished turning around to exit through the door.

Farfetch'd stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at the trainer. "I'll get you for this," he quacked as he picked up the beans, eating them in the progress. Ka-Boom just looked on joyfully.

John walked over to the computer in the lobby to call his dad. He had to tell him about the glorious news about the badge. When he called home, his father Edward picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, dad, I just called to tell you I got my first badge," he reported.

"How nice of you, there is something coming out of you after all," his father replied.

"Yeah, thanks. Say, dad, do you know some nice places to hang out in Pewter?" he asked.

"Hmm, I don't really think so, but I do think there's a museum or something," his father said.

"Oh, that sounds very fun," was a mellow reply from the stupid trainer.

"But your grandfather lives in Pewter, you know, Edgar," his father said.

"Really? Well, gotta go, dad, nice talking to you," John said as he slammed the receiver down. He exited through the doors and walked around in the city.

'Hmm, what to do? Maybe I should go to the nearest café and chug down ten bottles of soda, yeah hat sounds okay,' he thought. 'I wonder if grandpa is around here…'

(By the museum)

An old man sits on a bench, feeding some Pidgeys with pieces of bread. He wore a light brown coat with a brown hat, and he had brown hair and beard.

"Here, little Pidgey," he cooed, "I hate Pidgey," he then muttered. He reached for his cane and held it ready. "Come here, little one," he beckoned yet again. A little brown bird hopped forward carefully to eat the little piece of bread.

SMACK!

"That'll teach you stupid birds," he grumbled. A young man in the 19-23's came up to his and stood by the bench. The old man looked at the younger man in a while before speaking.

"Excuse me, young man," he grumbled. The younger man ignored him. "I said excuse me, young man!" The younger man turned around and looked at the older man.

"What?" he said in an incompetent tone, surely he was a little drunk, yet happy.

"Have you crapped in your pants?" asked the old man.

"Huh?"

"I said, have you crapped in your pants!" he asked again, irritated. The younger man laughed goofily for a while before answering.

"What kind of a question is that?" He continued to laugh. "Of course I have!"

"But why don't you go home and get a change then?" the old man suggested.

"Why?"

"Because you smell awful!"

"You think you're smart huh?" the young man threatened.

The old man wasn't fazed by that. "Don't make me want to kick your arse, young man."

The young man placed his foot on the bench ledge, pointing at his middle section. "I'll give you a free shot, old man!"

The old man looked at it for a while and turned his back against the younger man. "Not much of a target, now is it?" he mocked. This made the younger man even more upset.

"Hey, just because you're old doesn't mean you're some kind of wise guy, huh? I ought to- OW AAh Hey Stop AAAHHH!" he screamed as the old man started to hit him hard with his cane.

"Hey! Grandpa! Stop beating the young man!" John yelled from a distance, yep, this was Edgar, his grandfather. He was known to be a harsh old man.

"You want some of this too?" Edgar threateningly yelled as he swiped his cane on John's feet, tripping him. The young man had already made his escape.

"Hey, grandpa, OUCH! It's me, John! OW, DAMN!" he screamed as he was hit by the cane. Suddenly the old man stopped.

"John, long time, no see," he said cheerfully, jabbing hi in the stomach one last time with his cane, "that's for not writing any letters to me, so little brat!" he grumbled.

"Oooohh!" was John's moan. Edgar helped his grandson up to his feet.

"How come you're here anyway? Have you started your training journey?"

"Yeah, I have, I've already achieved my first badge," he said through some lack of breathing.

"That's good to hear, son!"

"Yeah, say, grandpa, do you know any good places to hangout around here?"

"Of course, there is the Pokémon Museum over there, let's go inside," suggested Edgar.

"Eh, I think I'll pass," John said, backing away, only to get dragged into the museum.

"You need to learn some history or everybody will look at you like some idiot!" Edgar growled.

"But I already am an idiot!" protested John.

(Story pause)

John: Okay, you're about to go way to far soon!

Me: Let me think about that… no!

John: Listen, you don't have to make to stupid-

Me: But the readers want that!

Readers: Well, seeing John being a dumbass is starting to get a little old…

John: See? (Smirks)

Me: Grr, okay, okay, but I'll get you for this John, trust me.

John: I think you're the idiot, since this made absolutely no sense.

Me: What? Watch it before I make you a Mary Sue!

John: No please, no, don't do that.

Me: I will

John: If you do that, I'll have my Electrode to blow you up, TWICE!

Me: Ooookay, I got the message.

(Story Continues)

"But I already went through that museum last time I was here!" he protested.

"I know that, but you do not remember anything since you're only ten years old and it was three years ago you were inside the museum! Get your arse in there NOW!" Edgar finally yelled.

(At the PokéCentre)

Farfetch'd strolled around, bored while picking up the beans he had spilled out.

'This is boring, soon I'm done picking up those beans, but after that I'll be so bored,' he whined.

'Suit yourself, Farfetch'd, you spilled them out, and besides, you're eating most of them,' Ka-Boom stated.

'Well, he told me to!' protested Farfetch'd, having finished picking up the beans. He leaped up and sat on the bed next to Ka-Boom. 'Now, what to do?'

'I don't know, what do you think John is doing right now?' the Voltorb asked.

'Probably having the most Fetch time in his life.' Farfetch'd folded his wings and sulked. Voltorb rolled its eyes. Farfetch'd's eyes lit up when he came up with a funny idea. 'I got the most Fetch thing we could do! Get over here!' he said, waddling towards John's backpack.

'What are you going to do?' said the electric Pokémon.

'Wait for it…' said the duck. Voltorb rolled its eyes again and rested in the comfy bed. 'TADA!' Farfetch'd exclaimed happily, dressed in John's spare red t-shirt that was way to big for him, ad he had his trademark baseball cap on his head. He had pulled it together a little so he could get out his wings out of the short sleeves.

'Hahaha!' Ka-Boom laughed, 'you look ridiculous!'

Farfetch'd joined the laughter, picking up three pokéballs from the backpack. 'Watch this.' He started to juggle the balls, singing a song, the Voltorb continued to laugh. 'Three little pokéballs flew in the air, one got thrown,' the duck threw away a pokéball. The red and white metallic ball hit a bookshelf which broke, sending all books in a pile below, '…and a pile was shown,' Farfetch'd rhymed.

'Hohohaha! Stop, I'm dying!' Ka-Boom pleaded, almost choking in laughter. (How that's possible is beyond me)

Farfetch'd juggled the remaining two pokéballs with his right wing. 'Two little pokéballs flew in the air, one was kicked,' he kicked one of the pokéballs, which sailed into the wall, ricocheting into the dustbin. '…and the bin was tricked!' he rhymed, starting to juggle the last ball by kicking it in the air.

'Wheeheheheeee!' The Voltorb spun around fast, showing a very happy look.

'One little pokéball flew in the air, one was…' he had suddenly stopped, the pokéball dropped to the ground and rolled on the floor innocently.

'Hey, why did you st-'

'Hush!' hushed the duck, breathing more rapidly. 'Quick! HIDE!' he shouted, diving in under the blankets, shaking. The Voltorb closed its eyes, camouflaging as a pokéball. Farfetch'd carefully peeked out from under the blankets, he had been through feelings like these before, and he hated them.

A Scyther was nearby.

A creaking sound was heard from the window, Farfetch'd quickly his under the blankets, hoping that the mantis wouldn't find him. But he couldn't resist shaking in fear. He heard a pair of feet jump in from the window, clawed, reptilian feet. He heard it walk around in the room, searching for something, probably him, his kind had always been hunted by… them.

The Voltorb casually opened its eyes, seeing the Scyther he had met yesterday. It saw the mantis quietly search the room, opening drawers with its claws.

Farfetch'd used all of his strength to stop shaking, but he couldn't fight that fear. He heard it sniffing, and approaching steps. It had picked up the scent of him, it was over. He tightened his grip on his leek, waiting. The blanket was violently dragged off, showing a vile Scyther's face, Farfetch'd squealed in fright, curling in to a ball.

'Long time… no see. Hand over that leek, bird!' it demanded, but he held his leek tight. 'Seriously, just give it to me and we're both fine.'

'No! It's mine, you stupid bug!' he yelled as he smacked the bug in the face with his weapon. Scyther just chuckled, amused by the brown duck. It placed its claw behind him and forced him closer to it.

'It's you, or the leek, now hand it over before I'll-' It paused, something wasn't right. It looked at the door, someone was approaching. 'You got lucky this time, but next time we meet,' it slid the scythe along the duck's neck before turning around, exiting through the window.

The door opened, revealing a teenage blonde who looked in the room. "Nope, this isn't my room," he stated to himself and exited.

Farfetch'd sat up in the bed and started to cry, the Voltorb rolled up and comforted him.

'It's gone now, it won't come back for the rest of the night,' it assured. Farfetch'd wailing slowly stopped.

'I guess you're right, let's play another game, it's called 'Officer Farfetch'd!'

'Sounds fun, will we play it now?' requested the ball Pokémon.

'There's one little thing I need to do, I'll be back soon." He waddled away.

(Story Pause… again)

Farfetch'd: Hey, Author! Get your ass over here!

Me: Now what?

Farfetch'd: This was supposed to be a comedy, but this was way to uncomedy to me!

Me: What are you gonna do about it?

Farfetch'd: THIS! (Starts hitting me with its leek)

Me: Ouch, stop, stop! OOOWW!

Ka-Boom: And this is for calling me 'Ball Pokémon'! (Blows up)

Me (Soot black and defeated): Okay, I promise not to do it too much uncomedy, that isn't even a word, but I promise, stop hitting me!

Farfetch'd & Ka-Boom: Good. (Walks away)

(Story Continue)

'Okay,' the duck said, 'here's how to play: I'm the drill sergeant and you are Private Voltorb.'

'Sounds fun, how do I do?'

'You obey my orders PRIVATE! TEN HUT!' Farfetch'd yelled, standing straight up. 'GIVE ME TWENTY!' he demanded loudly.

'Twenty what?' the Voltorb asked.

'It's twenty what SIR!

'Twenty Thunderbolts, sir?' Farfetch'd placed both of his hands on his head in anguish.

'NO! Twenty push-ups!' the duck corrected.

'Will do… but… I don't have any hands, sir!' stated Ka-Boom

Farfetch'd sweat dropped. 'Never mind, let's march! Hut two three four, HUT two three four, HUT two three four…' They continued to march round the room, with Farfetch'd in the front twirling his stick.

'Give me an 'F'!' Farfetch'd shouted.

'F!' the Voltorb replied.

'Give me an E, give me a T, give me a C, give me an H!'

'E, T, C, H!'

'What does it spell?' asked the duck Pokémon.

'…I don't know! I can't spell!' Ka-Boom stated. Farfetch'd sweat dropped again.

The door burst open by a tired John.

"That was my worst… night… ever," he said lowly to himself, expecting a good rest. He saw the room in a total mess, and both of his Pokémon smiled at him. "AAAAHH! What have you guys been doing? That is my t-shirt, Farfetch'd, RAAAAHH!" he yelled as he chased the leek wielding duck to get his t-shirt.

To be complained...

A/N

Guess that was it… I missed my deadline which was at 00:00 am, I missed it with 30 minutes, oh well, no one is perfect.