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Harold gets to update randomly from now on.
I don't own Pokemon, but Harold is mine to... save I guess.
Tommy, Kimberly, Lil, Figs, Sparks, Autumn, Snippy and so on were made by me as far as personalities and character designing goes.
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Ch.8 A New Guy?
12-29-08
(Harold's POV)
Tom finally got me to stop banging my head on the wall when the door bell rang.
"Strange... I'm not expecting anyone else," he said as he went into the hallway. I had this strange urge to fallow him.
"Delivery," the voice from behind the door sang.
"Delivery at this hour," Tom's mother asked.
"Good day sir," a man smiled holding up a small package, "mail for you."
"But I didn't," Tom tried to object.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!," Yoru screamed as he ran for one of the back rooms and slammed the door behind him.
"Um...," the man pointed to the room where Yoru ran.
"Eh, Sorry," Tom placed his hand behind his head, "Yoru's a little shy around strangers."
"Well, anyway! Sign here, please... Thank you," the man smiled and tipped his hat, "have a great night folks."
The man shut the door before anybody was able to say another word. A burst of laughter could be heard from outside the door. Which somehow caused the hallway to become even more silent.
"So," Tom's father broke the silence, "who's it from?"
"I don't know," Tom wondered as he examined the package, "just says it's for me... no return address."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's open it."
Tom placed the package on the coffee table. Everyone (with the exception of Yoru) gathered around as Tom carefully slit it open.
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(Autumn's POV)
We were on our way to the edge of the forest when I remembered something.
"(Poppy?)"
"(Yes, Autumn.)"
"(What's a Gr-a-tina.)"
"(A Tina?)," Poppy thought as he kept on walking, "(It's a human name, I think. Why do you ask?)"
"(Mr. Caterpie said that I had the mark of A-Tina.)," Poppy stopped as I said this, "(does that mean that belong to a human, does it?)"
"(Mark?)," Snippy looked me over, "(I don't see any mark.)"
"(Mr. Caterpie said it was all over me when I was sick.)"
"(I still don't see anything.)"
"(Poppy, do you...)," I stopped. Poppy looked pale.
"(Poppy?)"
"(Mr. Sparks?)," Snippy poked Poppy.
"(Huh? Oh sorry kids. What was the question again?)," Poppy got into his thinking pose, "(Oh now I remember we were looking for marks weren't we? Well, let's see.)"
Poppy examined behind my ears first, "(Ah, ha! Here it is!)"
Poppy started licking behind my left ear. Immediately, I burst out laughing. I tried to get away, but Poppy grabbed hold of me and continued licking. Snippy jumped up and started tickling my belly.
"(Hehehe! Stop! Hahahaha! It tickles!)" I tried to say in between laughing, "(Hehehe! can't... eheh! Breathe HAHAHA!) *snort*"
Poppy and Snippy stopped. Gasping, I covered my muzzle. Both Snippy and Poppy started laughing their heads off, leaving me to sit there, blushing as red as apples.
"(Come on, your mother's expecting us.)," Poppy took me by the scruff and started to cradle me with Snippy on his head the rest of the way home. Forgetting completely about the conversation that we had not only a minute ago.
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(My POV)
"It's a Pokeball," Tom's father stated.
....Thank you Captain Obvious....
"What's in it," his mother asked.
....and his sidekick.... Lady Oblivious....
"I don't know," Tom said still staring at the round object in the box.
....Featuring...
.....Tom.....
...just open the stinking ball already! I'm getting Claustrophobic in here....
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(Harold's POV)
"Well, here goes nothing," Tom picked up the ball and threw it. A brilliant light flashed and a small colorful bird appeared.
"Oh, it's a Chatot!" Tom's mother exclaimed.
"Feliz Novidad," the bird sang and danced, "Feliz Novidad, Feliz Novidad Prospero Ano y Felicidad! Feliz Novidad, Feliz Novidad, Feliz Novidad Prospero Ano y Felicidad!"
"How... em, cute," she sweat dropped, "But it's not Christmas, is it?"
"*squawk* Chatot wanna cracker! *whistles*," it said before it fluttered onto Tom's shoulder and started rubbing his head on Tom.
"It even seem to like you son," Tom's dad said.
"But I can't take care of him," Tom complained, "one pet is enough, thank you."
"Thank you! Thank you!" the bird said jumping down to me, but translated as: (Harold, We need to talk!)
"(Nanashi?)"
"Nya, Meowth (Quiet Harold!)," it said, "Chatot want a Cracker *Whistle* (I'm not Nanashi. Understand!)"
"(Oh, yeah. You're not allowed to be here are you?)"
"Nya, nya! (Oh, Bite me!)"
"(Great Idea!)," I said snapping up the bird in one bite.
"Harold!" Everyone shouted (Even Nanashi from my mouth).
The bird struggled a bit before I felt a sharp pain on my tongue. The bird bit me back! It flew out my mouth as I yelled out in pain.
"Aaahhhh!," the bird seemed to mimic to human ears, but to me sounded more like laughter.
"(Why you dirty rotten mother...)," I tried to cuss but a piece of the ceiling fell down on my head, which caused me to bite my own tongue.
"(Now, will you listen to me!)," the bird shouted in it's rarely used Chatot language, "(Or do you want me to curse you again?)"
"(Eye bon't bare iv yew kurst meh a hunthreb timeez ova.)," I said leaping for the bird again, "(dis is worf it!)"
"(Baka!)" the bird shrieked as it flew to the top of the mantle.
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(Tom's POV)
"I can't believe this," I said watching the whole scene, "Harold is envious of Chatot."
"You know we could take Harold off your hands if you like," Dad suggested.
"George," Mom made her face, "I don't want that filthy thing in my house."
"Mom!"
"What? Just look at him, Tom," my mother defended herself, "he's covered in dust and smells like a fireplace!"
Harold took a moment to sniff himself, but just shrugged and continued to glare at the bird far from his reach.
"I'll take him," Yoru said showing up from out of no where.
"I'm not giving Harold to either one of you," I shouted.
"I was talking about the bird," Yoru mellowly said.
"For what? More sacrifices to the 'Great Giratina' and his 'Reaper Horde' or something like that?"
"Yes, something like that. Maybe, he. He. He," Yoru 'laughed', "seriously though, give me the bird."
"What do you want a Chatot for anyways?"
"Inu's feeling lonely and I think that she needs a friend."
"Isn't Inu a little overprotective of her boundaries."
"Which is why she needs a weak and under protective soul like that Chatot's."
"Weak and Under protective," the Chatot sounded annoyed even though it was just repeating what Yoru said.
"(I'll show you weak!)"
Chatot took off from his perch and dive-bombed Yoru. Yuro just stepped aside. The bird made a U-turn and struck Yoru in the back.
"Yoru!" We shouted as Yoru fell to the ground.
"(How's that for weak!)," the bird shouted nonsense again before it turned into a red light, "Oh Crackers!!!!" It was screaming as it was forcefully sucked back into it's Pokeball.
"What did I tell you," Yoru appeared out of nowhere again to pick up the pokeball, "weak."
The ball shook a bit, but remained shut.
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This chapter is a little short, even though I worked all night on it.
Darn puns! (Yoru = night)
I really can't believe that this many people like Harold already! At least 80 unique people look at it every week, but only six reviews.
Please review! I love to hear your comments & they help inspire me to continue.