Chapter 3
The House Chapter
I slowly wake up and feel the ground beneath my thin jacket of dubious effectiveness.
My first thought being "Did people just leave me out here passed out in the middle of town during the night? What if some wild pokemon decide that we're delicious for some reason?"
I very quickly get accosted by a wild Lyra!
"Oh crud, she's saying something. I think she mentioned Chikorita, wait a minute! Wasn't Rose talking to me earlier? Wait, she's leaving, alright time to get to the bottom of this before I go mad." I inner mind monolouged.
"Okay green adorable leaf monster what do you have to say for yourself for how you can say things for yourself!?" I flipped around accused Rose.
She sniffed at me before speaking and responded with "Well you may have gotten a concussion from that potion the aide threw at you and it may have affected the parts of your brain that help comprehension." in a tone that I recognized sounded kinda like Nurse Joy.
"Can't argue with that completely sound logic!" I stated to nobody in particular as I strided towards my house as well as I could with my slipper feet.
"W-wait for me!" Rose yelped as I started moving.
I get inside and quickly tell my mother I'm going upstairs to get the glue off of my clothes and change. This could have ended disastrously if she had spotted Rose but it seems that her head is rooted to looking towards the wall.
I manage to make it upstairs safely and pop open the wall hatch containing the rest of our house and have a bath with my clothes on that won't be mentioned here because that would be sorta gross.
After I managed to get the glue dried clothes off of my body I decided to wear something less generic for a Pokemon protagonist.
In the end I wore my favorite Hero of Breath hoodie over some sort of otter t-shirt that I got over in Cherrygrove city on a trip. As for everything else I wore a pair my dozens of exactly alike blue skinny jeans and my favorite reddish shoes from some popular shoe company I didn't care about along with normal non-ankle socks, OBVIOUSLY. Why does everyone like those things anyway?
Finally I took off that weird and possibly unsightly yellow and black cap and found a giant lump where the horrible amount of brain damage JUST MIGHT be. I'm not sure if it is as I am no doctor.
I take a moment to wonder If I should wear a hat over the lump but then I realize something monumental, I HATE HATS.
So with my lump showing proudly I went downstairs where I find a horrible sight.
Rose is talking, to, my, mother.
I facepalm as I realize that during my oh so necessary clothes change she must have gone downstairs to avoid awkwardness.
I rush over and hope my mother is as dumb as she acts and that I can get out of this without having to explain myself.
"HELLO SON, THAT POKEMON SURE IS CUTE! I BET THAT NICE PROFESSOR FELLOW GAVE IT TO YOU! WHICH REMINDS ME, HE WANTED YOU TO GO TO THE FOREST ALL ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT T SPEAK TO A CREEPY OLD MAN THAT YOU DON'T KNOW SO YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DO IT!" She blares at me with her mega mouth.
I notice that my PokegearphoneradioGPS3 was back from the repair shop and I lunged for it before she could ask me if I knew how to use it, if I've had it long enough for it to need repairs then how would I NOT know how to use it?
It appears that she stopped talking so I took this opportunity to leave behind the house of my childhood and what could have been my idiotic prison of eternity.
Will Goomba EVER be able to leave his hometown and explore the world or will he be sidetracked once again by plot relevant things? Find out next time on...
GOOMBA'S POKEMON ADVENTURE!
I got distracted by so many things so very fast that I didn't have time to write this story but through the power of spring break I became not-lazy enough and I found the inspiration to write this story again. So I will turn this into a mini lump update and upload two chapters at once again. So for consistency I will TRY to push out more than I have and make more progress on this. Until next time Goomba OUT!