I ripped off the lid and threw it out the open window. There was an awful stench and a ton of plastic stuffed around everything.
First a note.
"To my son,"
I paused. My heart skipped a beat for a second. I was caught off guard
I'm guessing that when you get this box that you would want to know where I am,"
"Not really" I mumbled jokingly, but I read on.
"I send this box for you specif-
Specifa- uggh, "I really need to practice my reading,"
Spe-ci-fi-cally for you. Now don't try to find me and stop thinking about looking for me.``
"What?" I said aloud. My heart started to sink when I realized that that was the end of the note. I thought he missed me for a second.
I pull the stuff out of the box. There was a pokeball, and what looked like a old rotten berry.
Wow cool i- wait he sent me a pokeball? A POKEBALL!The one thing keeping me from leaving the town was a lack of pokemon help for the outside world, and he gave me the one tool that could help me with that? What a dumbass.
Welp now that I have a pokeball I guess I could go outside now. But it was getting dark, so I just jumped on to my bed for the night.
The next morning I awoke to a glass hitting the floor. I got dressed and ran downstairs, turns out it was just lopunny trying to grab a cup of coffee. She also spilled all the grounds on the floor. Where did my mom even get the money for this stuff!?
She turned towards me in a daze, probably still tired. Her eyes widened when she saw me and she looked down and gasped. I hoped that I remembered to put on pants as I looked down. Luckily I did, but what she was looking at was the pokeball I was grasping in my left hand. Basically a large "kick me out of the house sign" I guess.
She looked down at me, before grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and calling for mom in pokemon speech. They double teamed me, moms lopunny grabbing my legs and forcefully dragging me into the air. And letting me flop around mid air.
Lopunny was quick and my mom went for the door, flinging it open as lopunny used jump kick, a very strong pokemon move that nearly caved in my guts. sending me flying out while still flopping around like a fish on land. That's when I heard the door lock from the inside.
"HEY! Let me back in, you can't kick me out without my stuff!"
I should have held my tongue, cuz next thing I know lopunny's puffy paws plopped out the attic window dropping my backpack, my few clothes, and my dignity plus a pack of mutherfuckin pop tarts. Hell yeah I fuckin love pop tarts.
I guess that Pokémon really did have it out for me. She was a bitch.
But at least I have my pop tarts.
