Chapter 3
Brendan was back in May's room, only this time with a few exceptions. First, he couldn't see much more than a few feet in any direction. He could recognize some key features that told him where he was at, but everything else fell into an inky darkness. Second, instead of standing in the doorway, he was sitting on May's bed. Third, May was standing in front of him, fully dressed and staring at him intently. "Uhh...", Brendan said after absorbing the setting, "What's going on?". She pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him, her intent gaze now giving way to a suggestive one.
She slowly began taking off all of her accessories and letting them drop to the floor, first her shoes and socks, followed by her backpack, her gloves, and finally her bandanna. Her long hair came flowing out as she let the red cloth join the pile on the floor. She looked him in the eyes again. "Brendan", she said to him. "Yeah?", he replied. She grabbed her jacket by the bottom sides, lifting it up along with her tank top in one swift motion. She pulled them over her head and dropped them on the floor, revealing her bra confined chest. Her breasts, he found, were even bigger and perkier up close.
Brendan could feel his breath getting heavier and his heartbeat quickening with every passing moment. She grabbed her shorts by the side and turned around. She pulled her shorts down to her ankles, bending over and showing off her gorgeous ass to Brendan as she did so. Her ass, he found, was even bigger and perkier up close too. She stood back up, stepped out of her shorts, and turned back around to face him. "Brendan", she said again, noticeably louder. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips a bit, and leaned closer to Brendan. He closed his eyes and leaned forward to intercept her. He could almost feel the heat from her lips on his as they drew closer and closer together. Just as their lips were mere millimeters apart, she opened her eyes and screamed as loud as she could,
"BRENDAN!"
Brendan's head jerked off of his pillow as he tried to discern where his name was being called from. "BRENDAN, GET OUT HERE!", he heard from downstairs. He quickly wrapped himself in his blanket and ran downstairs as fast as he could. When he reached the bottom, he cried out, "What's wrong? What happened?". His mother looked over from the TV and saw him. "Oh, Brendan, come here, quick!", she said. He rushed over to the TV to see what the fuss was about.
"...we brought you this report live from in front of the Petalburg Gym", a newscaster said before his image was replaced by a handsome anchorman sitting at a desk. "Next on the Vulpix 28 News Hour, we'll show you how bathing with water Pokemon could halve your water bill", he said, while an image of a Lotad appeared behind him. Brendan's mom switched off the TV. "Oh, you missed it. They were doing a story on your father. He talked about the dangers of walking into the tall grass without a Pokemon. Oh well, too bad". She finally noticed that Brendan was clad only in a thin blanket and was staring at her with the specific mixture of confusion and contempt that can only be achieved by someone who was abruptly woken from a nap.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dear", she said upon connecting the dots. "I forgot that you were napping. I just saw it come onto the TV and I couldn't help myself". He squinted his eyes as if he didn't fully understand exactly what was going on, but then he nodded and walked back towards the stairs. As he went back up to his room, he tried to recollect what his dream was about. He managed to remember something about May and kissing, but everything else had faded away. He walked into his room and sat down on his bed, slowly transitioning between being asleep and being awake. Once he had come to terms with being conscious, he looked at the clock on his wall. 3:49 PM. "Fuckin' shit", Brendan said out loud to no one in particular. He unwrapped himself from the blanket and walked over to the pile of boxes in the corner.
He grabbed a large box labelled "B'S CLOTHES", ripped the tape off the top, and opened it. After digging around in the box, he pulled out a full outfit: a white pair of boxers, a white pair of low cut socks, a black pair of pants, a large, black and grey pair of shorts, a skin tight red and black athletic shirt, and a white, furry, half-beanie, half-bandanna type hat. He subsequently donned his unusual choice in clothing, wishing that he had a mirror of his own that he could use to see how he actually looked. Now fully dressed, he walked back to the doorway, down the stairs, and out into the living room. "I'm going for a walk", Brendan called to his mother. "Okay, be safe!", she said from her spot at the table.
He walked to the door and grabbed it's handle. He turned the handle counter-clockwise and pulled the door open. A sudden rush of natural light flooded over Brendan, momentarily blinding him. He walked out the door, shutting it behind him. As his eyes adjusted, he reacquainted himself with his surroundings. He stood outside the door, trying to think of something to do outside. He decided he would try walking around the forest line that surrounded their houses. He strode to the tree nearest to him and began walking to the left once he hit it.
As he walked along the perimeter of the clearing, he discovered two things: One, that the clearing was smaller than he originally figured it to be; and two, that there were other people here besides his family and May's. There was a rather large man and a man with brown hair both walking around aimlessly. He tried talking to both of them, but the large man kept talking about the power of PCs, and the brown haired man was much too interested in Professor Birchs private life. He quickly walked away from the two, making a mental note to not talk to them again, ever.
He passed by the laboratory during his walk, giving him a better picture of what it actually looked like as a whole. The laboratory had a more quaint feeling to it than would be expected from a building dedicated to science. The building was grey, with a brown metal roof and green shutters. The roof has a rather large chimney on it, which felt out of place considering that the building it was attached to likely had no need for it. There were a large group of red flowers in front of the windows, and next to them was a sign saying "Prof. Birch's Pokemon Lab".
As he walked up to the northern end of the clearing, he saw a small child panicking by what he assumed to be the exit to the town. He walked up to the kid and asked, "What's wrong?" "I can hear someone shouting up the road!", the little kid replied anxiously, "What should I do? What should we do? Someone has to help!". Brendan, in an effort to calm the kid down, responded with, "Hey take it easy, kid. Look, I'll go out there and see what the trouble is. You just stay here until I get back, okay?". The kid nodded to him as Brendan walked out of the exit to the city.
As he walked, it dawned on him that he had no idea where the two men and the kid had come from. There were no other houses around there, so where did they live? Do they live at the laboratory? Do they live with May's family? Are they from a nearby town? If so, then why are they here in Littleroot Town? Did they have business with the Professor or his wife? Did they work for the Professor? Or were they just visiting to admire the scenery? Did the Professor know that they were there? Are the two men and the kid related, or are they all there for seperate reasons?
His thought process was interrupted when he heard a cry of "H-help me!" from farther down the path. He ran towards the sound of the voice to discover a large man with a lab coat being chased by a wild Poochyena. The man fell over and crawled away from the Pokemon. He made it to the tree line before he turned around to face the vicious, dog like creature advancing on him. He eyed Brendan from the background. "Hello! You over there! Please! Help!", the man cried in anguish. "In my bag! There's a PokeBall!".
Brendan quickly spotted a satchel lying on the ground a ways away from the man. He ran over to the satchel and opened it. Inside were three different PokeBalls, all identical. He grabbed one at random and hucked it at the Poochyena. The PokeBall smacked it in the face before it bounced back and landed on the ground between the two. The Poochyena turned to face Brendan, prepared to go after its new target. Brendan gulped as the wild Pokemon began advancing on him. Suddenly, the PokeBall burst open with a flash of bright light.
Okay, that's my third chapter. Sorry for the late posting, but between Jello shots and 21 year old college students on spring break, I haven't had much free time. Free time to write at least.