-Authors Note-
Hello FanFiction community :). This will be my first time publishing my Pokémon stories. I have been writing random stories since I was in elementary school, but I finally want to share it with other people. My entries will be a little unorthodox compared to many of the other submissions on this site. I have largely created my own characters, settings, and stories. They are going to be more people based stories, as in the lives of people that happen to live in Kanto alongside Pokémon. They will mostly be short stories that will only last a couple chapters as I work on improving my writing, character development, and storytelling.
I have in the back of my mind a long complicated Pokémon story, but it's too daunting at the moment, so I'm attempting bite size stories that feel more attainable for me. If you have any suggestions or critiques please tell me. If there is a character that you really like, I can try and come up with another story to keep them in.
Happy reading and I hope you enjoy the story :).
-Spaghetti Man-
The year was 2020, day unimportant. North winds howled and a cold rain spattered the broken cobble stone outside. A man twirled a lighter between thumb and finger, dirt encrusted nails reflecting the somber light of the café. He watched as the stooped owner deftly swept the floor, twirling the chairs to their resting spot atop the table. The only other customers left were reluctant to leave the warmth of roof and comfort.
"Your hospitality and food has been most generous." Said a man across the room, tipping his hat as he left. Just as the door was closing, it stopped slightly ajar, and a bright red stiletto stood poised at the base. The leg that followed it was just as luxurious as the shoe. The dame that walked in, wide hat keeping the rain off her, looked like she had more questions than answers.
Another lead possibly? No. Need to stay on track. This isn't the time to help damsels in distress, however much a man yearns to help a defenseless and lost woman. He looked back over to the counter, but Alfredo was no one to be seen. "Dammit!" he cursed at himself, for once again allowing a beautiful girl to distract him yet again.
"Damien!? Is that you?!" Shrieked a voice next to him. Momentarily dazed, and with most likely bleeding from a no longer functioning ear drum, he twisted and saw the young dame, creamy soft skin and eyes that….. aw shit.
"Oh… it's you Elise. Dammit, what are you doing here?"
"Hehehehe. Did I distract you from your ooohhh so important detective work? Let me guess, you haven't found any incriminating evidence on the vile Alfredo, doer of really bad stuff, and seducer of beautiful women. You've just been here all night, spending gods knows how much on tea, am I wrong?"
"Hey! What would a woman know anyway? Being a detective takes hard work, dedication, and patience! It's-"
"A WOMAN?! Jesus damien! You've been reading too many of those books. Ugh, we both know that you are not a misogynist. Now apologize" Elise folded her arms, and raised a questioning eyebrow at Damian.
Hmmmm…. Yep. He done messed up. He could tell by the knot in her jaw that he wasn't getting out of this one with a clean slate. With a huff he said "Yeah, you're right, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, uh Alfredo has gotten away so we should go follow him."
Elise narrowed her eyes at him, looked at the counter, looked back at him, looked at the counter, looked back at him. "Ok, but you're not off the hook yet mister." Damien laid 20 smakeroonies on the table, told the owner to keep the change, and pulled up the collar on his coat to keep the rain at bay.
"Follow me" he said, and jogged to the back alley, Elise a step behind him. "Alfredo always goes down here for two blocks before he takes a right. I've never been able to find where he goes after a few blocks, as he always loses me. Isn't that odd? Only a suspicious person would try and hide where he is going."
"I think the only odd thing is you following him every night" said Elise under her breath.
"What was that?" said Damian
"Oh, I just said that I think it's odd that the pigs are wallowing every night"
"What? Pigs? Ugh never mind. Anyway, Isn't it odd we can't follow him? And why is his name Alfredo? Who would ever name their child after a spaghetti sauce? No one in their right mind would do that. So either his parents are coo-coo or it's a cover name so as not to use his real name. And do you know who uses fake names?"
"Strippers?"
"What?! Yes, but not that. Anything else?"
"Ummm… writers?"
"Yeeeees, but no that, thiiink"
"Hmm… When someone wants a $5 deal on a website, but they don't want to give them their real name, so they give them a fake name like Bogus Winklebottoom and get that sweet, sweet deal?" Said Elise with the most innocent puppy dog eyes ever.
"OMG! You're impossible. No, Team Rocket!"
"Ohh, so you think that Alfredo, who has worked as the barista at the tea shop for the last 3 years, has 2 kids, and volunteers at the Poison Pokémon Shelter is secretly a a member of Team Rocket? Yep, makes total sense. Haven't you played cards with him before?"
"But wouldn't that just be the perfect cover up? No one would ever guess a hardworking family guy like Alfredo is secretly a terrorist member. I smell something fishy."
"I think that's just the alleyway…" Elise said as she had to do a little hop to get over the pile of trash bags that covered the alleyway.
"Oh you may be right… Let's pick it up, this is where I always lose him." Damien said, skirting past a hissing ratatta. The alleyway they had walked into was worse for wear, not even to mention the smell. The stench could've been the overturned trash cans that seemed to have been forgotten like most people's middle school years. It could've been the grimers thin trail of mucus like sludge it trailed behind itself as it gobbled up week old leftovers. Regardless of where the eye watering smell came from, it made for a headache inducing walk.
Under a flickering yellow light a pair of masked individuals tapped their cigarettes on the ground, grumbling as the pair squeezed passed them. Masks and handkerchiefs were a common welcome site here as it was a respite from the smell. No one would bat an eye for someone wearing a mask, but this also led to more insidious organizations making their home in such locations. Coincidentally, this neighborhood had the lowest rate of airborne disease transmissions; almost as if masks were a good thing. "Most likely just a coincidence and a conspiracy from really evil organizations" thought Damien. "Maybe that's where spaghetti boy is going…"
"Stop" hissed Elise as Damien bumped into her, barely catching himself before they both tumbled to the ground. They had reached an intersection and Elise was peering around the corner, obviously intrigued by something. "I'm pretty sure Damien went inside a building, and it's guarded by two, what do you call them... Goons? Grubbers? Goobers?"
"Grunts" Damien said while rolling his eyes." Like team rocket grunts? Whatever, anyway we need to get in there and see what he is up to!"
"Are you crazy! We have no idea what is in there, and it's none of our business. Granted, this does look a little suspicious, but we should just watch-" Elise's mouth dropped open as Damien jumped out with a guttural shout that broke halfway through and ended up sounding like a guitar string snapping. Elise was shocked into stillness as Damien charged at the two guards, his arm reaching into his coat to grab a pokeball. . This shouldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner and joined in the fray.
