Daily Pokemon Stories

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokemon is...

The Normal Pokemon, #019, Rattata!

Spoiler:

The victim had tried to write something as he was dying. Detective Knash tapped his paw against his large buck tooth as he stared at the wall where the victim had written in blood. He had been called two hours ago with the report of a murder of a young Yungoos in his own home. Detective Knash was perplexed as to who would take the life of such a blooming individual. He had sent his assistant to gather as much information on the Yungoos as possible. Anything could be a clue as to the source of the murder of the young man. So far, all they had was a name, Randy Kudzu, eldest son of the Kudzu family.

That much Detective Knash knew already. How could he not? The Kudzu family was one of the wealthiest in town. Everyone knew them, whether you wanted to or not. But that was the thing, most people did. After all, the Kudzu family was a generous one, always donating time and money towards making their hometown, the town of Irkchester. It had become a bustling city thanks to their help. Everyone in the city was better off because of them, including Detective Knash, so who could possibly want to harm them?

Detective Knash swished his purple tail back and forth as he pondered the writing on the wall. It had partially been expunged, as if the criminal had caught Randy writing and tried to hide what was written, but was unable to complete the job. That meant someone had interrupted the criminal's work. Could it have been the maid that had discovered Randy? Or someone else? There were just too many variables to determine exactly what had happened. Not at this time anyway.

The rattata turned and exited the room where two Gumshoos and a Pikpek were waiting. The Gumshoos were Lady and Lord Kudzu, who had hired Detective Knash to investigate the death of their oldest son. The Pikpek was the maid, named Virginia Evans, who had discovered Randy. She still looked a bit shellshocked from the discovery two hours before, but Detective Knash was glad to see her recovering slightly. Lady Kudzu, however, was not fairing well. She was looked to burst into tears at any second now. Detective Knash was not surprised, the death of a child, especially one so young, was always a lachrymose event.

“What can you tell us?” Lord Kudzu asked, his hands tucked behind his back in his signature stance. While he usually wore a friendly expression on his brown face, Lord Kudzu’s mouth was pulled into a tight frown, and his eyes filled with a brewing storm. A crime that could not be forgiven had been committed against this man, and he would soon not forget it.

“It would appear that this was indeed a murder. And while I know not who or why just yet, it appears that your son tried to write something on the wall. It was barely cleaned off, so I cannot get a good grasp of what it says yet, but I assure you, I will figure it out. In the meantime, I need to know a few things from you that may aid me in my investigation. Firstly, besides yourselves, your children, and the maid, who all was here today? Specifically within the hour the body was discovered. Secondly, think, all of you, is there anyone you know that might be holding a grudge of some sort against the Kudzu family? This may lend itself towards the motive.” Virginia chirped a little, gaining everyone’s attention.

“I-I can fetch a l-list of all the staff members a-and their working times,” she offered. Detective Knash signaled her off with a wave of his paw.

“That would be most helpful, thank you,” he replied before returning his attention to the Lord and Lady. Lady Kudzu continued to sniffle as silence spread over them. Beyond her sniffling, the only other sound was Virginia’s footsteps fading into the distance.

“The Nostra family,” Lord Kudzu replied after a moment. Detective Knash lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. He knew the Nostra family quite well, but not in a friendly way. Their shady dealings had given him many a case in this town. He beckoned with his claws for Lord Kudzu to continue. “As you know, my family business is very profitable and does a lot to better Irkchester. However, Alolan Tiki Souvenirs do not sell like they used to. Our funds as a family were decreasing, and I had to keep our reputation high. Bad publicity is not what this family needs. For the most part, I kept the whole situation hidden. However, there was a leak, and I was approached by the head of the Nostra family. He offered to help me. He could lend me what money I needed to cover my growing expenses as long as I paid him back.”

Now it all made sense. Detective Knash was not simply dealing with a murder case, he was dealing with murderous loan sharks. Detective Knash knew that the Kudzu family had hit some financial troubles during the recession a few years back, but ever since their business expanded beyond tiki sales, they had been making more money than ever. So one thing still did not make sense. If Lord Kudzu could pay the Nostra family back, why was Randy murdered?

Suddenly there was a loud crash from down the hall, in the direction of where Virginia was headed. Detective Knash’s head snapped in the direction of the crash, his red eyes narrowing at the sound.

“Stay here,” he ordered before making his way silently down the hall. Detective Knash stuck to the shadows, hoping his black trenchcoat would help him blend in. As he drew closer, there was another crash. Detective Knash’s ear twitched, his sharp hearing indicating the sound had come from the closest door five paces away. Careful to not make a sound, Detective Knash took five steps, then peeked into the room. It was not a pretty sight.

Poor Virginia had been walking right into a trap it seemed. The room the Pikpek maid had ventured into was Lord Kudzu’s office. Inside an assassin had been waiting for him, however, she instead attacked the maid by accident. A novice mistake, really, but Detective Knash knew exactly who would make such as mistake. The purple rattata opened his mouth and took a quiet breath, a foam bubbling in his throat. He waited for just a moment more before diving into the room and unleashing a bubble beam at the assassin.

A black rattata was waiting inside, standing over the corpse of Virginia. She had ripped off the maids wings and was panting when Detective Knash attacked. She reacted by using a quick attack to dodge then launch herself at Detective Knash. Seeing the attack coming, Detective Knash engulfed himself in flames and the two rattatas clashed, quick attack versus flame wheel. The attacks were nearly equal in strength thanks to the female rattata’s STAB and the silk scarf she was wearing. The two were sent stumbling back. The assassin straightened up a bit and stroked her black whiskers with one of her paws.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Detective Knash. Long time no see, detective.” The rattata gave a flirtatious wink which only earned a growl from Detective Knash.

“Cosa Nostra. I should have known. Of course your family would be involved in such a horrible crime. That must have been what Randy was trying to write on the wall. He knew you and tried to write Nostra on the wall, didn’t he?” Cosa giggled and swished her curly black tail.

“My my, detective, you are very astute. You never fail to amuse me. Yes, you’re correct. He did recognize me and write that on the wall. I would have gotten rid of all traces of it too, but the maid interrupted me and I had to escape. But I had my revenge, so I don’t mind. For now though, since I have been discovered, I believe it might be best if I took my leave. I can get Lord Kudzu another day.” Cosa released a snarl at a nearby window, shattering the glass, then leapt out. Detective Knash started to follow, only to find his feet tied up in a grass knot. He tripped and was only able to watch as the clever assassin faded into the darkness. Once again, Cosa Nostra had outsmarted him, but one day he would catch her.

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Rattata

Rattata, you o so worrisome beast
You scurry around the world, looking for a feast
The populous, hate and scourn you
They look at you a freak
But not every trainer looks down on you the least
A young child, perhaps your savior
Whom likes to wear his shorts
A weird one he is
I think on his head he fell
But nevertheless his kindess outshines the world so dim
His passion for you is tremendous, even though the outlook is grim
He will never let you totter, look down, or even swell
His sits upon the rooftops, from the top of his lungs he yells
"Rattata, the top percentage, you can not understand
Rattata, the top percentage, you other trainers truly smell"

Everytime i think of Rattata i think of Youngster Joey, and i think of his passion for ahorts and rattata and atuff. This poem is basically a giant meme lmao. I wish i made the flow better, but oh well, i may make a Poem thread and do an updated version, later lul

[Suicune's Fire]

Leave it to you to have the dark twist on this. First that superhero story for war and now this. Geez Xanthe what's going on in your mind.

Though I did find this interesting because selective breeding is quite the controversial process in real life during current times depending on who you ask. It never occurred to me that something like this could occur in the Pokemon world but it makes sense with pokemon such as Lurantis being the "most beautiful grass type" and all. Even if it was short it was really good! I especially like the names being just labels. It really emphasized their whole scenario. Thanks for sharing!

The Grinder Good wasn't dark. xD It was fun!

Well I know a lot about what goes on in all the animal industries (including animal testing) so this was also a bit of a reflection on that. There's no way these horrors that happen in real life to animals wouldn't happen to pokemon if they were real, so yeah. Plus, I dunno, there's already been so much emphasis on "blah blah this pokemon is soooooooo gorgeous" for pokemon in the past and it's so superficial and reminds me of our media and its emphasis on looking beautiful and eugh. Like, seriously, Game Freak.



Loved the poem, @EZ! O: I also enjoyed the other lurantis stories. ^^ I think this thread is a great idea! I'll surely come up with something for rattata, too.

[Noblejanobii]

The Grinder Good wasn't dark. xD It was fun!

Well I know a lot about what goes on in all the animal industries (including animal testing) so this was also a bit of a reflection on that. There's no way these horrors that happen in real life to animals wouldn't happen to pokemon if they were real, so yeah. Plus, I dunno, there's already been so much emphasis on "blah blah this pokemon is soooooooo gorgeous" for pokemon in the past and it's so superficial and reminds me of our media and its emphasis on looking beautiful and eugh. Like, seriously, Game Freak.



Loved the poem, @EZ! O: I also enjoyed the other lurantis stories. ^^ I think this thread is a great idea! I'll surely come up with something for rattata, too.

It was too dark! And true true. The thought just never occurred to me.

I did this one off the top of my head, i really should have pondered on it a bit longer.
Can't wait!

My story just got edited into my post on the previous page if you want to read it! Legit was listening to 40s detective music the whole time I was writing.

[Noblejanobii]

Nicely done EZ. It does have a little trouble flowing in the middle but it's still a really good poem! I'm still working on my story and hope to have it up soon.

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Nicely done EZ. It does have a little trouble flowing in the middle but it's still a really good poem! I'm still working on my story and hope to have it up soon.

I did this one off the top of my head, i really should have pondered on it a bit longer.
Can't wait!

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokemon is...

The First Bird Pokemon, #566, Archen!

My Story:

Spoiler:

The footsteps were moving away. Redfern stuck his head out ever so slightly to ensure the predator was leaving. In the distance, Redfern could see the Rampardos already pursuing another prey. Good. Redfern was not about to become a piece of that predator’s dinner tonight. Redfern slowly stepped out of the place he had been hiding and began to journey through the large prehistoric jungle towards home.

He had been lost for two days now and he knew his mother was probably starting to worry. Redfern had been hoping she would be out looking for him, but so far the little Archen had yet to spot his mother. As his claws dug into the soft forest floor, worry began to fill Redfern. What if he never saw his mother again? She had always warned him about straying from the nest but this hadn’t been his fault! Tears began to well in Redfern’s eyes and he slowed his pace. He just wanted to go home! Redfern let out a loud wail as tears began to streak down his cheeks.

“M-Momma!” he yelled as he plopped down onto the ground. Redfern attempted to dry his eyes with his multicolored feathers but it was no use. He couldn’t stop crying! Redfern continued to wail until a familiar stomping grew louder. Redfern moved his wings to see the Rampardos returning, having heard his cries.

“There you are!” it yelled. Redfern yelped and began to scramble to get away, but it was no use. The Rampardos was much bigger and faster than Redfern. The little archen could not outrun the large beast. A large foot crashed down in front of Redfern, forcing the archen underneath the Rampardos. He trembled in fear when there was a loud screech. Redfern heard something hit the Rampardos and the predator stumbled back. It growled in anger at the attacker as it landed next to Redfern. Redfern looked up to see a large gray bird-like pokemon with sharp serrated teeth and pointing ears. It let out a roar and expanded its purple wings as its barbed tail stuck in the air. Redfern had seen these pokemon flying with Momma before! It was an Aerodactyl!

“Leave the child be! He is not your meal!” the aerodactyl challenged, stepping forward to put itself in between Redfern and the Rampardos. The Rampardos growled louder, looking as if it wanted to challenge the Aerodactyl, but thought better of it, instead turning and walking away. Redfern watched, waiting for the Rampardos to turn around, though it never did. Rather, the Aerodactyl turned to Redfern and smiled at the Archen. “Are you all right, young one?” it asked.

“Yes, thank you. I thought I was a goner for sure,” Redfern admitted.

“Well you can never be too careful. Why are you away from your nest? Archen don’t usually leave for another few weeks.” Redfern looked down at his feet and sniffled.

“I fell out of my nest and got carried away by some Bastiodon. I don’t know where I am now and-” Redfern started to sob again, causing the Aerodactyl to put his hand on the Archen.

“Hey, it’s okay, little one. I will help you. How about I take you back to the nesting grounds? We can look for your nest there?” Redfern looked up at the Aerodactyl, hope sparkling in his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, unable to contain his excitement at the statement. The Aerodactyl smiled and turned around.

“Of course, just climb onto my back.” Redfern used his tiny claws to scale the Aerodactyl’s back. The Aerodactyl flapped his large wings, sending the two into the air and out over the canopy of the jungle. Redfern gasped at the view, taken aback by the beauty of the world below. Now he knew why Momma always flew everywhere! It was amazing up here!

The two fossil pokemon soared through the air and approached a volcano. Right beside it, Redfern recognized the nesting grounds he had grown up in. He could not see his nest from this high up though. The Aerodactyl seemed to read Redfern’s mind and dove down gently, drawing closer to the nesting grounds. Redfern searched frantically for his Momma or his nest, but could spot neither. He was beginning to lose hope when a familiar voice called his name.

“Redfern!” The Archen turned his head towards the sound of his mother’s voice. An Archeops with shining green feathers flew towards them, tears dripping from her eyes at the sight of her son. The Aerodactyl landed, allowing Redfern to slide off his back and run to his mother.

“Momma!” Redfern cried as they embraced. Redfern’s mother held him close as she dried her eyes, then looked back at the Aerodactyl.

“Thank you so much for returning him. How can I ever repay you?”

“It was nothing,” the Aerodactyl replied with a wave of his wing. “I was merely helping someone in need. I see no reason to be paid for that. The sight your reunion was payment enough.”

“Well please, tell me your name then?” Redfern’s mother pressed, wanting to properly thank her son’s savior. The Aerodactyl smiled a little and bowed to the Archeops.

“Stoneclaw, at your service.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stoneclaw.” Stoneclaw looked down at Redfern and smiled at the young Archen. He pat the child’s head and winked.

“Any time. Just don’t go running off again any time soon, okay?”

“Yes sir!” Stoneclaw waved to the two before flapping his wings and ascending into the air once again. As the Aerodactyl disappeared into the bright blue sky, a new heroic spirit had instilled itself into Redfern. One day, he wanted to be just like Stoneclaw.

@Pokemon Trainer Sarah might be interested in today's pokemon.

[Pokemon Trainer Sarah]

What is a year? To you, it may be a long time. Full of tears, of hope, of joy. In a year a new life can be grown from nothing. In a year, a bird can learn to fly. In a year, the life of a Pokemon can change beyond recognition.

To others, a year is nothing. A tree will see hundreds of years in its lifetime. A tree cares not for the passing of days, which it shakes from its leaves like mere moments. To a tree, a year is a brief sojourn, a metamorphosis spanning only seconds, a dropping of leaves, a flowering, a regrowth. A tree is long-lived, but still the years make their mark upon it, in the rings of its trunk, in the strength of its roots. And as the years pass, the tree grows strong.

But I, I am a million years old. Many millions. Yet time leaves no scar upon my body. I am reborn, regrown, revived anew. I was a Pokemon. I was a rock. And now... My skin hasn't aged, my feathers are sharp, and my muscles ache for flight. Unlike the trees, the marks that time left on me cannot be seen. I have not been strengthened, nor honed by time. But this is a new world, a new chance...

And yet, I remember a life, a short life, millions of years ago, that was full of tears, of hope, of joy. A life that meant everything but turned into nothing but a far off dream.

So, what is a year? In a year I grew up, in a year I loved, in a year I died. In a year I lost my life, and everyone I knew.

But I am not exempt from the cruel passing of time. I remember the truth of that year, that year that was real. And all that follows is a lie.

(It must be weird to be revived after millions of years. xD)

I liked your story Noble! It was really sweet. AND ALSO HAD AN AERODACTYL AS WELL! AWESOME!

[Ganyu]

Archen
the first bird with wings
that could not fly
practiced everyday
how to glide

the last one to be alive
tried to escape the falling sky
feathers catching air and fire
finally flew

now inside a museum
its sun-blasted plume
encased in stone
waiting to fly again

The PokeDex says it used to be flightless (which is ironic given its flying type) so I theorise that it must have learned the ability of flight somehow.

[Noblejanobii]

@Pokemon Trainer Sarah Awesome story! Yeah it must be very weird for them to be revived after so long. I always wondered if they remembered their past or if it was just not there anymore. But I like your story because the archen feels like they have a new hope despite their past.
@solivagant Nice poem! I like how you address both the fall of the dinosaurs and the pokedex entries. It's quite the interesting take on this prehistoric Pokémon!