Fifty
Memories of Dad
"Did you know that it is the author's father's birthday today?" Flygon asked over his morning cup of Joe.
"Oh rly?" Zoroark asked.
"Yea rly!" Flygon spoke up. "The author just told me!"
The author glanced to the side and smiled.
"I never remembered my father," Charizard growled to himself, looking up from iTunes. "I'm pretty sure I was Ditto-bred, actually."
Serperior suddenly backed away five feet from the dragon.
"What about you, Quilava?" Treeko asked as he was polishing his diamond sword. Endermen gut stain is just the worst…
"…I had a pretty good childhood…" Quilava admitted.
Flashbacks are fun! BTW, the song used in this belongs to Tobuscus.
Quilava, a Cyndaquil then, was riding in the detachable back seat of a mountain bike with his dad, a Blaziken.
It's hard to keep on living.
"ARGHHH, GOSH!"
This course is unforgiving.
"Gargh—"
"Oh no, Dad!" Cyndaquil shrieked.
CRASH
I doubt that will be healing.
"Dad, you should go to the hospital."
"I don't have insurance."
Son, keep the handles steady.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Cyndaquil asked as he was put on the driver's seat.
"Winning son, Charlie Sheen." Blaziken answered with a determined face.
"Oh Gosh."
We've come too far
to give up on this course.
"I disagree-Argh!"
"Aowww!"
I don't need my arms,
that's what my son is for.
"No dad, slow down!" Cyndaquil pleaded.
"Wooooo!" Blaziken whooped.
We're riding towards a big jump.
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.
"Yesss!" Blaziken cheered.
"Yay," Cyndaquil sighed.
"We did it!"
"Yay."
"Oh yeah!"
"Oh good."
"Wanna go again?"
"NO!" Cyndaquil yelled with an angry face.
Aaaaand back to reality…
"…wooooooooow. Just…wow," Zoroark sighed.
"I was born of royal heritage!" Serperior announced.
"What?"
"My father was the descendant of the eight cousin twice removed of the aunt of the daughter of the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!" she explained.
"..And your mother?" Treeko pressed.
"Oh, she was a royal member of Kalos at some point in time," Serperior flicked her tail tip. "I hope to continue the line of royalty!"
Swellow suddenly appeared very much downtrodden.
"My dad was a Greninja," Frogadier muttered.
"Does that make you a ninja?" Shaymin asked.
"…AW YEA!" Frogadier put on a white mask and threw a shuriken.
Meanwhile, on the Bounty…
"Who had taken my kimono—again?"
"I don't know, Zane, did you lose it in the closet?"
Back to the PC box!
"Must we steal the items of the Ninja of Ice?" Lucario asked.
"Apparently," Zoroark shrugged. "My mother was a Zoroark and my father was a Lucario."
"That is odd…" Lucario slowly turned to her.
"My mother was also a Zoroark and my father was a Lucario…"
"…named Shadow Dance and Lucas?"
"…yes."
"UNEXPECTED PLOT TWIST!" Swellow gasped.
ERMAGERSH, THE PLOT THICKENS!
Percy: Good! This place is as thin as mist plot-wise!
Agumon: Are you saying that Zoroark and Lucario are siblings?!
Yup. Hey, could you give these back to Zane? (Hands kimono and shurikens)
Zelda: And this to Sora? (Passes keyblade)
Percy: And this to Hiccup? (Throws Toothless)
Agumon: Too…heavy…load…
Spittle: (hands Digivice)
(one digivolving sequence later…)
Greymon (Agumon): THANK YOU! (Walks off to deliver items) (And dragon)
TELL ASTRID I SAID HI! Well! Review, follow, or favorite, hug an Eevee and see you next chapter! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!