The Musings of an Umbreon
So, today we got a review suggested by L. (That's all Fanfiction would allow me to post for some reason. Guess part of your username is censored.)! Instead of wasting your time, I'll just get on with it already!
An Apple A Day
Chapter 1: Welcome to My Life
Author: Delongbi
Description: What happens when you put a psychic trainer, a criminal mastermind, a psychotic killer, and an Apple all in one story? An original trainer OC / OT story. Expect plotiness, randomness, awesomeness, and drama...ness?
Bright light streamed into my eyes as someone pulled up the blue curtain that had previously blocked out the morning sun and my consciousness.
{Rise and shine, my friend,} said a slightly sarcastic voice... in my head.
I rolled over and plunged my head, face-down, into my pillow, contemplating my dream. That had to be the thousandth time I had the dream; it has haunted me from the day it actually occurred six years ago. I, of course, was the young terrified girl in the dream, and the Pokemon, well that was—
{Come on, get up! Today's our big day!}
—yes, that was the psychic Pokemon, Mew.
OMJ MEW!
"Okay, okay, I'll be up in a minute Apple," I muffled through my pillow.
Apple was what I named the young Mew I rescued that stormy day because its burnt fur matched the color of the apple trees that grew in my backyard. I wish I could say we had been friends from the day we met, but that would be lying.
Tee hee. Apple. One of my favorite words. Appleyappleapple. I'm gonna read this whole story.
When I had first brought Apple home that rainy afternoon, I was scared my mother would not let me keep the wild Pokemon in the house. Ever since my dad left….well, she hasn't quite been herself.
My mother was always a clean lady, but after my dad abandoned us, she would not tolerate a speck of dirt anywhere. She took to cleaning whenever she became nervous or stressed. She would certainly not tolerate a wild dirty creature that might mess up her precious house.
Thus, I was forced to nurse Apple back to health by stealing old burn heals and half-used potions from my mother's medicine cabinet. She hadn't thrown out the leftover Pokemon medicine from the days my father lived with us and trained Pokemon.
I kept the small pink creature in a box under my bed. The Mew seemed to dislike me at first. It glared up at me with those violet distrustful eyes when I fed it medicine. A few times I found the box empty, but the Mew always returned more sickly-looking after these instances. The Pokemon was too weak to go far, and had nowhere else to turn for help.
By the time Apple was back to full health, I had earned the Pokemon's trust. We became friends and played together. The first time the Mew spoke psychically to me, I nearly fainted in shock. It took me a while to get used to having the Pokemon in my head.
I eventually decided it was safe to tell my mom about my pink friend, but when I tried to show her, Mew was nowhere to be found. Similar occurrences happened when I tried to show Mew to my friends. At the time, I did not understand why Mew did not want to be seen. Apple had to explain that an angry man was trying to capture it and it was trying to stay hidden from this person.
{You see,} the small creature told me. {I am a very rare Pokemon containing power I don't even know how to use yet! I was born only two years ago, from the ashes of my father Mew. I don't have enough power to be able to defend myself from the angry man.}
Sooo... Mew is a phoenix now.
"What do'ya mean ashes?" I questioned, confused.
{When a Mew is 5,000 years old, it dies, and from its ashes, rises a new Mew,} the pink creature explained.
"If you're only two years old, how do you even know that?" I asked, bewildered.
The Mew shrugged. {I guess I was born knowing that. But that's not the point. The point is I can't be seen by anyone because they might want to capture me for my power, or worse, they know the angry man! I'm not strong enough to protect myself! I need to hide myself from the world!}
Would this "Angry Man" be Giovanni, by any chance?
I asked Mew, "Well, why don't you just put on a disguise to hide? That's what all the people do in the movies."
And that was how Apple learned how to transform into different Pokemon.
After that, Apple came with me to school everyday, and I had a Pokemon just like every other kid. As I mentioned, my mother dislikes Pokemon for their dirtiness. So, though every other kid in school had a creature as a friend, I did not have one until Apple came along, and even Apple did not qualify for some of my classmates. For one, I did not actually have a Pokeball for Apple because Apple refused to be held captive in such a devise, and I refused to capture it. Why would you want your friend kept cramped in a small uncomfortable space anyway?
Apple also did not qualify to some...well, to put it nicely, irritating companions because Apple never came to school in the same form... so the other kids in school never thought Apple was the same Pokemon. One day Apple would pretend to be a Rattata, and the next it would be a Spearow. Apple always picked small, common Pokemon so it would not draw attention to itself.
Anyway, these fellow classmates liked to pick on me before I had a Pokemon, and they continued to do so when seemingly different Pokemon came with me to school every day. One boy and girl in particular, Reece Annnoyingface and Carly Iwantoslapyou (ok, so that's not their real last names, but they fit really well!), called me some rude, and sometimes unusual, names.
Aint dat nice?
"Poke-lacker!"
"Wildgirl!"
"Crazy-lady!"
"Swicheroo-magoo!"
Ooh. Insults. I like this story. I like this story a LOT.
Like I said, some of the names they came up with were... creative. Well this name-calling business went on for quite some time, and I really did not mind because I ignored them… for the most part. Every once in a while my anger overcame my rational mind and I ended up tackling Carly or Reece to the floor and getting detention. But, that only happened once every other week... or day.
I REALLY only started minding the name-calling when my mom found out about these names, which eventually lead to her discovery of seemingly random Pokemon following me to school. Disliking wild Pokemon, my mother insisted that I stop allowing these Pokemon to follow me. Well, I did not want to be split from my friend, so Apple and I came up with two solutions. We either—
A) had to make Reece and Carly tell my mom that they made the whole thing up and that Pokemon really didn't follow me to school every day (yeah right) or
B) Apple had to pick a form, and I had to convince my mom to let me keep and train a Pokemon.
Choices! I like choices. Chocolate pie or Chocolate pie... Hmm, this is a hard one.
Since choice A really was not possible, I had to persuade my mom to allow a Pokemon to stay in our house and come to school with me everyday. This task was not actually as hard as I initially believed it to be, for after I mentioned that the dirty wild Pokemon would continue to follow me until I had a trained Pokemon to protect me (so I lied just a little bit), she happily allowed me to keep one Pokemon.
Now the only question was what Pokemon Apple would take the form of. I left that up to Apple; after all, it was Apple's body. Apple, in the end, decided to take the form of Eevee because Eevee could evolve (well, pretend to evolve) into many different types, and therefore Apple had many options. As the Acceber region's mascot, Eevees also happened to be a common starting Pokemon so it wasn't unusual.
Hey! My base evolution is NOT common! Does that mean I'm not special anymore? *sobs*
Thus, from that day forth, Apple, as an Eevee, came to school with me, and played with me, and once in a while, battled with me (it is forbidden to battle at school, but I don't believe that such rules apply to people like Reece and Carly), waiting for that special day to come, the day Apple and I could leave school and home behind and go on out own journey. That day is—
{Today! Wake up sometime today! Come on, get up already!}
Great choice, L.! (Censored again) So, anyone else want me to put up a review? If so, PM me the author's username and the story name. I give this story a 98/100, only because that one part with the choices seemed a bit rough to me. Ta-ta!