Chapter 11

Nothing much to say, here's chapter eleven!

Farfetch'd: By popular demand!

Request, not demand…

Farfetch'd: Shut it, fool! I'm still searching for the one who used my word Fetch!

Anyway, let's move onto chapter eleven!

"John to the Rescue!"

John had finally arrived to Cerulean City. This city was more fresh and lively then the dull Pewter, the houses had a happier colour that reminded of the sea. In short, everything seemed cerulean blue, hence the name of the city.

But it didn't take long until a man approached our hero.

"Are you John Sean Fullerby?" he asked solemnly.

"Uhh, yeah, I guess," he replied absentmindedly.

The man gasped, as if it was something terrible. "Then the prophecy of Lugia is true! You DO smell like crap!"

John blushed. "Sir, I-I can explain, or I mean, eh, just show me the location of the nearest PokéCentre so I can take my shower."

"It's right over there," the man said, plugging his nose.

"Thank you very much!" thanked John.

He ran to the PokéCentre to avoid further comments of the inhabitants of Cerulean. Luckily for him, it wasn't far away. He walked up to the counter to ask for a room.

"By golly," exclaimed the nurse, plugging her nose as well, "you don't need to introduce yourself, Mr Fullerby. Here's the key for your room!" she told him, handing him the key and gesturing him to go there immediately.

"Thanks!" With that, he bolted off to his room. When he came in, he threw all of his clothes off and dashed into the bathroom, taking a shower.

"OOoh! This water is so warm! Just like my love for you!" he sang while washing himself clean.

"Please, John, keep it quiet! I'm trying to get some sleep here!" said a grouchy Farfetch'd. He had had a hard day after fighting off Scythers and Geodudes this day, and really needed some rest. "You don't want me to convince Voltorb to give you a shocking experience in the shower, do you?"

John didn't answer, he resumed to the showering. He probably washed his hair three times to make sure it stayed clean.

When he was done, he walked out with a towel wrapped around his hip. He quickly got dressed afterwards.

"Man, that was refreshing, I tell you," he said to Farfetch'd, relieved after the shower.

"I've been thinking, John," said Farfetch'd drowsily. "Since when was the last time you visited the men's room?" he asked slyly, expecting what to happen.

That comment caused John's bladder to sting very painfully, and his eyes seemed to double in size. "Ooh! Like… never! AAaah!" He ran for it to make it to the toilet, and he eventually made it. The sound of a fly being opened was heard, and a sigh of relief was heard afterwards.

"Oh, maaan, thanks for reminding me, Farfetch'd. But you know, I've also been wondering… in those long stories, it never says even once, that the hero/heroine takes a single bathroom break. How I pity them…"

After John was done with that business, he walked to his bed, sitting down on it. Farfetch'd, however, had gotten a little more alert after John's needs ordeal. He was currently peeking out of the window.

"Hey, John," he called. "Guess what I'm seeing outside right now?"

"Eh, the world outside?" John guessed, hoping for a positive reply.

Farfetch'd sighed "Myeaah, more specific, please," he demanded.

"What's specific?" John asked. Farfetch'd quacked in irritation, throwing his leek at his trainer.

"For crying out loud! Details, John, details! I need more details!"

"What kind of details?" John asked again.

Farfetch'd seemed to get an odd red colour on his face, even though his body was all feathery. "You're testing my patience, aren't you?" he said very tensely, trembling in rage.

John shook his head stupidly before looking at Farfetch'd obliviously. "What's patience?" he finally asked. Farfetch'd exploded and flew right up at the ceiling, colliding with it. Voltorb popped out from its pokéball and rolled up to John, exploding right in his face.

"JUST GIVE ME A SUGGESTION! A Slowpoke, a bum fight, a riot, a gang of smoking Scythers-" The duck glanced out of the window to be sure that suggestion wasn't right. "-JUST SUGGEST SOMETHING FOR THE LOVE OF LUGIA!" he finished, screaming at the top of his lungs.

John shook his head to magically rid of the black soot he had in his face. He stared at Farfetch'd obliviously again. "What's a suggestion?" he finally asked, as if it was a regular question.

Farfetch'd put his feathers on his head in exasperation. "NOOO!" Infuriated by his trainer's extreme stupidity, he jumped up to him and smacked him hard with his leek multiple times. "JUST GET TO THE FRICKIN' WINDOW!"

"Ow, EE! YEOW! Okay, just let me look out of the window! You take everything so far, Farfetch'd!" John whined as he started to peek out of the window.

"Volta borb torb vol!" (Gee, I guess the water had a negative effect on him!) said Ka-Boom. Farfetch'd glanced at the electric Pokémon.

"Fetch!" (You bet!) he replied, using his natural tongue for once.

"Lol!" (Lol) said Ka-Boom, showing a smile through happy eyes.

"Hey, I think I see something!" called John. "It's that girl and that Lickitung is still chasing her!"

Farfetch'd jumped up on John's shoulder, which weighted him down. "That Fetch chick has some real stamina! And same goes for that crazy Lickitung, eww!" noted the duck, fearing what the Lickitung would do to the girl.

"So, should we help her? She has been running for a while now… so I do pity her right now," said John, looking at Farfetch'd hopefully.

"Hmm, a hard decision. Let me think about it… NO!" He turned his back against John, heading for the bed.

"But Farfetch'd, come on! We gotta help her! She has been running since… I don't know when!"

"I'm not battling a Lickitung! I won't let it lick my leek! Or eat it if it intends to do that! You're on your own, John. Good night!" With that, Farfetch'd fell asleep in John's bed.

"Thanks for the help, Peking Duck!" he snapped; only to receive the finger in feather style from a grumbling Farfetch'd. "C'mon, Ka-Boom let's help her!" Ka-Boom spun around happily and rolled after its trainer.

When outside, the girl zoomed right past him, squealing, and the Lickitung ran happily after her, just wanting to give her a little kiss. John brought up his Pokédex and pointed it at the Lickitung.

"Lickitung the Kicking… err, stupid keyboard typo! Licking Pokémon, its tongue can stretch up to seven feet and tends to stick to various things. Getting licked by this Pokémon can result to Paralysis due to the irritant allergen its saliva contains which most organisms are sensitive to."

He was interrupted when the girl ran up to him! She grabbed his collar and shook him violently.

"Dammit, you stupid boy! Why don't you do anything?" she screamed at him. But she suddenly let go when she looked down on her leg. A pinkish tongue had wrapped around it and pulled her to it. "Nooo! Help me, you stupid boy!" she screamed after him, trying to get a grip on the ground. But the Lickitung was stronger, and pulled her to it.

"I suspect that Lickitung is male, if you wondered. Now let's get a beer or something!" the Pokédex suggested. But John pocketed the Pokédex and ran to the Lickitung, who was standing right over the girl at the moment. He had retracted his long tongue and prepared to give the girl a happy licking.

"Hey! I'll buy two rounds for you!" the contraption offered, but John didn't listen.

Just before Lickitung licked the girl, he was tackled away by John. Landing hard on the ground, he quickly got up. He looked fiercely at the human who had dared to tackle him.

"Are you okay?" John asked the girl who just glared daggers at him.

"Why didn't you use your Pokémon you stupid twat?" John didn't answer, how would he answer a question like that anyway?

The Lickitung sized his human opponent up; seeing he had no servants with him… this would be an easy match. It was time to lick some ass!

But before that, the Lickitung slapped me in the face using his tongue.

"Hey!" I yelled, "I meant Kick, not Lick, it was a stupid keyboard typo, Kickitung! D'oh!"

The Lickitung ignored that and charged towards John, preparing to Slam him. John thought it was all over, but a certain electric Pokémon came to his rescue.

"Voltorb-a lol!" Ka-Boom said with its cyber like voice. Lickitung halted its assault and examined the opposing Pokémon. Thinking it was a pokéball, it happily extended its tongue to eat it.

"Ka-Boom! Noo!" John yelled in despair, looking with fright when his first Pokémon was about to get eaten by the Lickitung.

But the Voltorb didn't appreciate being treated like this; angered (as most Voltorbs tends to be) it shocked the Lickitung's tongue with its electricity.

Totally caught off-guard, and being harmed in his weak spot, Lickitung fell down defeated, letting the Voltorb go.

"Yeah, Ka-Boom, you did it!" John cheered to his Pokémon. Ka-Boom rolled up to its trainer happily, drenched in Lickitung saliva. Though it was fortunate for the Voltorb that the saliva didn't affect it thanks to it being a pokéball without organisms, somehow, logically, in one way, I think, whatever…

"Oh thank you! You saved me from that crazy Pokémon… I'm never using any more metaphors, for a while!" She ran up to hug her saviour, and hugged John tightly. But she dropped one of her pokéballs without noticing.

"So, girl, what's your name?" asked John.

"You can just call me Sandy," she answered.

"I'm John, and-" They were interrupted by a familiar ping sound. Sandy slowly turned around to see one of her spare pokéballs on the ground where Lickitung used to be. "Well, congratulations, you caught a Lickitung!" he said cheeringly.

"Oh… crap…" she said with a dull voice, picking the pokéball up. "Well, I guess I'm going to the centre now, thanks for helping though…"

"Wait, I'll escort you there!" offered John.

"Whatever…"

When they arrived to the PokéCentre, John left to his room. He quickly changed to his pyjamas and went into the bed.

But a wild flapping sent him out of it immediately.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Farfetch'd, extremely grouchy after having been awakened in such a manner. "YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR THIS TIME!" he ordered.

Not being able to complain, John did what he was told. He tried to cheer himself up that he was going to fight at the Cerulean Gym the next day…

To be continued…

A fast update, nothing much more to say…