Me: Only one chapter this time. This one is comic gold as I decided to put Clay through hell.
Crow: This sounds interesting...
Me: You bet it is. I hate doing this to good guys, but it was too good to pass up. Good thing Waclay isn't in this story, otherwise he'd never let Clay live this humiliation down.
Servo: Wow, it must be pretty bad then?
Zane: You bet it is. I gave NUTCASE the idea for this chapter.
Chapter 14: Clay's first pokemon!
The team was passing throught the natural maze known as the Viridian Forest. This place was special to Ash as it was where he had his first pokemon battle, as well as where he caught his first two pokemon. One was Pidgeot back when it was a Pidgeotto, and the other was a caterpiller pokemon known as Caterpie. The team decided to rest, so they could decide what they should do when they arrived in Brock's hometown, Pewter City.
Brock said, "Well, I think I should pick up Onix, Geodude, and Crobat so I can give our team more muscle... I hope my brother wont mind." Ash then said, "If he saw the news report the other day, I'm sure he'll understand." Clay was busy making sandwhiches for everyone while Brock was preparing his famous stew. Clay was never very big on stew, as he preffered pasta any day. But Brock's other food choices such as riceballs and baked ham made up for this.
Clay then said, "Ok, all the sandwhiches are done!" Clay turned his back from the table for a second to get his lunch ready, but when he turned back he saw all the food he made was gone, and everyone looked a bit upset. Clay then said, "You guys couldn't have eaten all those sandwhiches THAT fast!!!" Jessie then said, "We just saw the table was bare when you told us to get up here!" Clay was very confused by this, not to mentioned a bit peeved. One of the things he hated was people taking food from him. Especially if the food he had ready was actually for someone else.
He turned back to where he left his unfinished sandwhich, and saw a pokemon trying to get away with it along with the other sandwhiches! The pokemon happened to be a wild Meowth, but it was pretty different from the talking Meowth that once worked for Team Rocket. For one, it was a bit bigger, and had a differently colored fur coat. It's fur was almost gold in color, matching the coin charm on it's forehead. The weirdest thing was that it's tail was pink.
Clay then shouted, "Hold it, hairball!" The Meowth stopped walking, and slowly turned around. Clay continued to talk as he said, "That food is ours, so give it back you living flea condo!" The Meowth had a seriously pissed off look on it's face at this point. He set the food down on the ground gentley, walked over towards Clay, and then jumped up to his face and left two bad scratches on his face.
While Clay was clutching his face in pain, Zane said, "That cat's got an attitude problem!" Meowth then said, "No kiddin' I hadn't seen a Meowth with a mean streak that big since the Hoeen League!" Clay then said, "Ok damnit, you're gonna get it now!" Clay began chasing the Meowth everywhere through the clearing. The Meowth was able to lose Clay behind a tree, so Clay kept running ahead until a swarm of Beedrill saw him and began chasing him the opposite way. The Meowth snickered at Clay's situation, and began eating the sandwhiches.
A few minutes later, Clay sat down with a very agitated expression on his face as Brock was tending to Clay's injuries caused by the Meowth, and the attacking Beedrills. "OWWWW!!!!!!" Clay shouted as Brock applied some Iodine to some of the Beedrill stings. Brock then said, "I expected a larger scream from that..." Clay then said, "Back in my world...(cringes) We have bees just as...(cringes) big and dangerous as... (cringes) those things. But damnit, it still hurts to be stung by a bee almost as big as yourself!"
A minute later, the Meowth that caused Clay all this pain came out, and pulled down an eyelid as it stuck it's tounge out at Clay. Clay finally lost his temper as he said, "Ok, that tears it! I'm gonna catch you to teach you some manners!" Clay threw a pokeball, but it missed the Meowth. Clay picked up the dropped ball, and began chasing the Meowth. Clay tried to blast the Meowth with some Ice Waves to slow it down, but this caused the Meowth to panic as it knew normal humans shouldn't be able to use ice type attacks like an ice pokemon. It's original cocky attitude suddenly became fearful and nervous as it continued running.
Eventually, it was cornered, and Clay said, "Ok before I catch you, let me say this: I'm sorry about scaring you with my ice powers, but you provoked me to use them. You should know you shouldn't take things without asking, so I'm willing to forgive you on one condition." The Meowth looked at Clay as if to say, 'What is this condition, boy?' Clay then said,"This world is in danger at the moment, and I can use some extra help to set things right. Do you wish to join up with me? You can use your tricks to help people rather than be a pain. And I can get you more sandwhiches."
The Meowth thought about this. Sure, the human could be lying about the world being in danger, but he overheard the others in his group talking about fixing the world's natural balance, or something. Plus, being allowed to mess with these Team Rocket goons he had heard so much about from his many wild pokemon friends could be fun. And he grew to love the odd human's sandwhiches, so he nodded. Clay then said, "Ok, get ready to be caught! Pokeball, go!!!" Clay tossed the pokeball at the Meowth, and he watched as it was turned into a red field of energy, and sucked into the pokeball. Since the Meowth was willing to get caught, he didn't put up a fight inside, and was captured instantly.
Clay went up to the pokeball, and opened it up releasing the oddly colored scratchcat pokemon, and said, "Since our team already has a Meowth, I think giving you a proper name will be nessesary in telling you two apart name-wise. How about Garfield?" The Meowth shook his head at that nickname, as to him it sounded dumb. Clay then said, "No good huh? Ok, something that fits you to a T..."
Clay then figured a punkish nickname would fit the Meowth's surly attitude, and said, "Ok, to go along with your rebel attitude, your name will simply be an abbreviation containing only two letters. You're pretty big for a Meowth, so your name will start with a 'B' to stand for 'big'." Meowth nodded at this idea, and awaited his trainer's next words.
Clay then finished with, "Your obviously a cat, but being called B.C. doesn't have that certain ring needed to make a good name. So how does B.K. sound? The 'K' stands for 'cat' the same way a 'C' would, but the 'K' sounds better to me." The Meowth thought for a moment. He thought, 'True, B.C. doesn't sound cool to me at all... B.K. does sound like a good handle. Yeah, I like it!' The Meowth then nodded, and stepped up beside his trainer. The two turned around and went back to camp to tell everyone how the capture went.
When they got back, everyone was relieved that Clay was allright. Clay then said, "Well, I feel a lot better now. That little run helped let off some steam. Not only that, I was calmed down enough to reason with this little furball, and he wants to come along. Providing we give him an equal share of our food, as well as include him in any battle we have against Team Rocket. Also, in order to prevent confusion when we call to him, so Meowth over there doesn't think we're talking about him instead, I named this Meowth B.K."
Meowth then said, "You named him Burger King?" B.K. ran up and slashed Meowth across the face, and muttered something in Poke language, which Meowth then replied with, "HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!? I WASN'T THERE WHEN YOU WERE NAMED!!!!!!" James then said, "What did he say Meowth?" Meowth then said, "He say's his name is an abbreviation for Big Cat. The second half of his name is spelled incorrectly on purpose. Apparently Mr. High and Mighty here thinks hat simply being called B.C. ain't cool enough."
B.K. back-talked to Meowth again, and Meowth said, "Back off before I decide to give you a black eye!" Vivian had enough of the arguing and overall hostile feelings for one day, and said, "Ok, enough you two. Don't make me raise a little heat of my own." She began to light her hands up with flames to prove her point. Meowth and B.K. backed away, and apologized to each other.
By the end of the day, some of Clay's friends also managed to get their own pokemon. Some of the others didn't see anything that appealed to them however.
Vivian captured a female Skitty, and a male Teddiursa. B.K. developed a crush on the Skitty.
Servo captured a Beedrill, much to Clay's dismay.
Clay also captured another pokemon, which was a Poochyena whom he named Chicky in loving memory of his father's late pet dog who bore an uncanny resemblance to the little black wolf cub pokemon. Meowth began laughing at the name Clay gave to the puppy, but the Poochyena tackled the talking cat into a tree.
Goombario captured a Shroomish and a Paras.
And finally, Kooper captured a Shuckle.
The new trainers learned about their new pokemon and what moves they could do. Clay was already thinking up some ideas to have B.K. and Chicky fight, and couldn't wait for his first battle. At the end of the day, Clay and his friends decided to get ready to get to sleep as they had a lot to do over the next few days.
To be continued...
Servo: Wow, Clay certainly got nailed in this chapter...
Crow: Goombario with a Shroomish and a Paras. Clever of you to give a mushroom-like monster mushroom pokemon to use.
Zane: Kooper and a Shuckle. I see a theme here already. Kooper specializing in high defense via hard shells.
Mallow: It's a good thing Clay wasn't the only one to get a new pokemon. Otherwise it wouldn't have seen as realistic seeing as they're in a forest.
Me: BTW, the names B.K. and Chicky are indeed real names. B.K. is the name of one of my cats, and happens to be one of my closest friends. Plus, B.K. looks very much like the pokemon Persian. Chicky was the name of my real life father's dog, whom did in fact resemble a Poochyena as well as it's evolved form Mightyena. Chicky was given to me and my mother as a gift when my parents were divorced. Chicky and I grew up together, so we were like brothers almost, making it hard getting over his death. My father was hit especially hard by the news seeing as Chicky was originally his, not to mention how tore up I was over it. Anyway, R&R!