I haven't died, I'm just "mentally constipated". You know, when too much is going on and too many ideas keep poking their noses into your brain and you really want to rip your hair out.
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own Pokemon; they are property of other people.
(Part XII: Lost!!) Written by Brock Stone.
There comes a time in every trainer's life when the unthinkable happens: Your pokemon goes missing. You check every place possible, such as under your bed where you put a half-eaten turkey sandwich for later, and the neighbor's tool shed. You then are forced to face the music: your pokemon is missing.
The first thing to do is to stay perfectly calm. You need to in order to make the next few decisions.
"Squirtle! Where are you, Squirtle?" May cried out, close to tears. She ripped off the sheets of Ash's bed, ignoring the fact that the raven-haired trainer was still sleeping in them. Not finding her pokemon there, she then proceeded to wake the rest of the room's occupants, and quite possibly the whole Pokemon Center.
"What's up, May?" Her brother Max, still half-asleep, asked her. The brunette, however, ignored him and continued to tear apart the room in order to find the missing turtle pokemon. "Wasn't he in his pokeball?"
"That's the thing!" May squeaked out. "I took him out to get him all perfect for the contest tonight. He ran off when Chansey knocked over a pile of bedpans and scared him."
While the others were wondering about why the Pokemon Center would have bedpans in the first place, May ran out into the hallway and proceeded to pull out the decorative potted trees from their pots. Brock approached the distressed young girl, trying to prevent her from damaging the center which would hopefully put him in good standing with the center's Joy.
"Calm down, May. We'll just go look for him."
The first step on your search should be to get a hold of the local law enforcement officers, seeing as how the world is full of poachers who quite possibly could have swiped your pokemon.
"Officer Jenny!" Brock landed at the feet of the woman in blue, having been tripped up by Max's purposely placed leg. This seemed to knock Brock into a state of normalcy. He stood up.
"Officer! My friend's pokemon is missing! Could you please help us find him?" He asked hopefully.
Have confidence that the wonderful people in blue will now help you locate your pokemon that much faster.
"I'm really busy now; go search for it yourself!" The female officer snapped, riding off on her motorcycle and leaving the trainers in the dust.
"Wow," muttered Max. "And this is where our taxes are going."
In the meantime, put yourself to work. Make posters, form search parties, and ask around for any sightings of your pokemon. There's a good chance that somebody's seen it.
Squirtle wandered about the sidewalks, happily unaware of the posters of him that were on the walls above him and currently being applied to the buildings across the street. He stopped off at a street vendor, running off with a hot dog when the man working it wasn't looking.
The pokemon stopped in front of a TV store, watching the movie that was playing on fifteen screens simultaneously. He walked away when the station changed to the news, completely missing the frantic image of Ash that called out to him. He also missed the young trainer get restrained by the news crew.
Meanwhile, May was having no luck with using Eevee to track down Squirtle. The fluffy pokemon often got off track, taking May straight through a parade and almost getting run over by the instrument-playing Machoke.
Ash had been thrown from the TV station by a few of the security officers, landing on top of Pikachu in the process. The Thunderbolt the mouse pokemon released not only shocked Ash, but also triggered the car alarms in the neighboring vehicles.
Another great tip is to have your other pokemon help look for your missing pokemon.
Squirtle walked happily through a group of mimes and their Mr. Mimes, all of who happened to be in the middle of an interesting game of Tug-of-War. He turned left and entered a candy store, eager to try out a few of the brightly-colored goodies.
Blocks behind him, a blackened Ash sprinted after Pikachu, the electric rodent leading him through the mimes where Ash was clothes lined by the invisible rope the mime pokemon had created for their trainers.
Elsewhere in the city, May hung her head out of a moving taxi while shouting her pokemon's name. Brock was little better: he had acquired a bullhorn and was now shouting out the window from his seat behind the cabdriver. The burly man winced at the shouting, and looked back at his passengers.
"Can I see the bullhorn for a minute?" He asked Brock. When Brock had surrendered the device, the cabdriver proceeded to toss it out his window and smirk when it landed in a dumpster.
"That thing was giving me a headache."
The yellow car drove past the candy shop, where the old couple who ran the place was cooing happily at the tiny turtle pokemon who sat in the barrel of gummy bears by the front counter. The pokemon smiled up at the old woman, who then decided to go get her camera.
Max and Ash had met up in front of the TV store, where Pikachu had picked up the scent of the missing pokemon. They then proceeded to ask the nearby people about the whereabouts of the Squirtle. However, they had to cut this short when Pikachu dashed away through the center of the approaching parade.
No matter what it takes, continue to look for your pokemon. Don't be surprised if your pokemon shows up at a Pokemon Center or your home weeks later. Pokemon live naturally in the wild for a reason: they can survive.
The group of four met in front of the candy store hours later. They were tired and hungry, and Ash was covered in garbage from when the others had thrown him into the junkyard to see if May's pokemon had wandered in there.
"Wonder what the fuss is about?" May mused when they saw the huge crowd standing in front of the window of the store, all of whom were cooing at something on the other side of the glass. She squeezed her way to the door to sate her curiosity, where an exuberant smile broke out on her face.
"Squirtle!"
With the help of the group, May succeeded in locating her missing Squirtle. She later won her contest, where the publicity caused by the pokemon's appearance at the candy store was phenomenal. The old couple proceeded to gain popularity when the old woman's picture appeared in that evening's paper. Ash had to get many shots because of the cut he obtained on a piece of metal and a bite from the guard Growlithe at the dump.
(End)I'm very sorry this took so long, it's just really difficult to come up with ideas for this when about fifty of them pop up at once, each demanding to be written at the same time.
Let me take a moment to thank all my reviewers (all sixty-six of them!). Reading over your reviews again has motivated me to keep this thing going for a good while. I will also consider a few ideas which you have suggested, such as a chapter for Brock and a (possible) chapter with romance.
Once again, thanks for reading and sticking by this!
Edit: I've fixed a few errors in this, mostly dealing with the wrong verb tenses in the wrong places.
