Hello, sorry for the late chapter. I was out volunteering at the horse rescue place with Alicia until 11:00, and then I had to take a shower.
New Pokémon time!
Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.
I decided to take the long way back to Cerulean City. Not that it was much longer than taking the other path, which had no trainers, but it did take a little bit longer having to walk around all of the bushes and trees on the normal part of the route. I wanted to take this way because there was a Pokémon on Route 25 that I had forgotten to catch on my way to Bill's house.
I walked back past all of the trainers I had fought, and smoked, earlier on that day. I ninja-ed my way around the trainer I didn't want to fight yet for the second time and wandered over to the patch of grass behind where Hiker Franklin was still standing.
I wandered around in the grass, being attacked by wild Pokémon, though not the one that I was looking for. I ran from Caterpies, and Bellsprouts before I managed to find the Pokémon I was looking for.
The Pokémon didn't attack me; I wandered across it, an Abra. I knew this thing would be tough to catch since I knew no moves that would trap the Abra in battle, making it unable to use Teleport. I threw out the first Pokéball at my hip, obligated to follow the rules of the battle even though I didn't plan on attacking it.
I threw a Pokéball at the Abra, it shook once and the ball broke open. I had failed to catch this Abra.
I continued my wandering in the grass being attacked by Bellsprouts, Weedles, Caterpies, and Pidgeys. Finally I encountered another Abra and I used the same strategy. I let out a Pokémon and threw a Pokéball, hoping it would catch it this time.
The Pokéball shook once, twice, three times. I waited, listening for the click that would indicate that I had caught the Pokémon. After what seemed like ages of silence a "click" sound was emitted. I had caught the Abra!
Once I had celebrated with the Pokémon I had happened to send out, Fearow, I clicked the button on my watch that brought up the Pokémon menu. I touched the slot with Abra, eager to look at what nature my Pokémon was. My Abra was male, at level 11 and had a mild nature. Looking at its stats I cringed. It would take a lot of work to bring this thing up to be the ultimate special attacker it was bound to turn into. I also checked his ability, which was Inner Focus. I loved this ability, it prevented flinching.
I had finished looking at my Abra, so I used his Teleport ability to bring me back to Cerulean City. Teleport would come in handy saving me time if I needed to back track, that is, until I got rid of the move.
After healing my Pokémon I went to check if the police officer had moved away from the door of the house that had been broken into. Sure enough, he had taken a step over, and was now standing beside the door.
I walked into, what still looked like a crime scene. There were footprints of some Pokémon all around the room, a leg broken off of the table, a plant turned over, all of the chairs moved around, books knocked off of the shelf and much more. The most intriguing thing was the gaping hole in the back wall of the house. I knew this would be my way out of the city, so I walked out of it.
Standing just outside of the back of the house was a man dressed in a Team Rocket uniform; he was obviously the one who had broken into the house.
"You know," I said to the man, walking over to him, "It isn't wise to be near the scene of the crime once you've committed it."
"I'm an innocent bystander!" the man exclaimed.
"Sure you are," I remarked sarcastically, "That's why you're wearing the uniform of a group of criminals. I'm sure you had absolutely nothing to do with the break in. Are you kidding me?"
The man scowled, "You need to be taught a lesson," he said, throwing out a Pokéball.
I did the same, sending out my Abra so it could collect experience. I switched out to Fearow on the next turn, since all Abra could do was use Teleport, which would do nothing in a trainer battle. Fearow easily made the grunt's level 17 Machop faint. I used this same strategy with the grunts other Pokémon, a Drowzee of the same level. Abra grew to level 12 in the course of the battle.
"Okay," the man said as the battle ended, "I'll return the TM I stole." He handed me the TM for Dig.
"Thanks, now you may want to run before the police catch you too," I suggested.
He did run away, what Team Rocket member doesn't run when faced with danger? I returned to Cerulean to heal before continuing on to the next town, but not before attempting to return the Dig TM. The man who it was stolen from didn't need the TM anymore, so I got to keep it.
I took the path from the hole in the back of the house and followed it south onto Route 5. Though I knew the path was full of grass I decided to take the ledges, partially for fun, and partially because I wanted to see what was in the house at the end of this particular pathway.
I got through all of the grass without a single wild Pokémon attack and entered the house. There was a man standing in the middle of the room.
"Hello," I greeted him.
"Hello," he returned the greeting, "I run the Day-Care service. Would you like me to raise one of your Pokémon?"
"No thanks," I said, "I'd rather train my own Pokémon."
"Oh," he said, looking disappointed, "Well come again if you change your mind."
I nodded and exited the house; I wouldn't ever change my mind. The Day-Care services were rather pointless. They raised your Pokémon for you, but the taught it every move, no matter how terrible it was, and they got rid of some of the better moves you had on your Pokémon. The only thing it was good for was breeding, but I wasn't interested in that like I was in the games.