Pokemon Trainer Sarah
01-25-2015, 10:35 AM
This is just a little story I thought up while playing Pokemon today. All comments and advice are welcome!
wonder trade
Prologue
If I could describe the feeling, I would say it was like falling. Falling and spinning… while hundreds of horrible colours rush past, even if you keep your eyelids firmly shut. They were shut now, but it was impossible to escape the dizzying lights. I felt lightheaded and weak, but I had done this before and knew it would be over soon. Just breathe, just breathe. Overall, a very unpleasant experience. I wondered what kind of human had designed this thing. It was clear they’d never had to experience it themselves, that’s for sure! I’m practically an expert now and I would sure have a few things to say to the idiot who thought this machine was a good idea. Finally, the spinning slows down. I feel exhausted. I cling awkwardly to the floor of my Pokeball, which feels like it’s still moving. I made it through. I wonder what the girl who sent me got in return. I hope it was a Zigzagoon. I hope it bites her ankles and steals her potions. Maybe gives her rabies or something, too.
Are you wondering where I am? Me too. Fine, fine, I’ll start from the beginning… or at least a little earlier. After all that seems to be the point of my existance these days… the entertainment of humans. Bah.
So there I was, minding my own business when a human appeared from the bushes. Don't ask me to describe him. He was human-looking; two eyes, couple of legs, pretty sure he had some arms. Overall I wasn't paying him much attention because as soon as he saw me he had thrown a round orb, something I knew to be a Pokeball, at the ground and out came a large, blue, quadrupedal Pokemon with a strange horn on its head. The human made some strange noises, which plainly sounded like gobbledegook to me, but the Samurott seemed to understand and it started to spray water from its mouth in my direction. Now, we Pokemon grow up hearing all the tales about humans, good and bad. But travelling and battling always seemed like it would be pretty fun, to me. So all in all, I wasn’t too worried. There had been many close calls before, but no trainer had proven themselves worthy. I had decided long ago that if one happened to defeat me, I would willingly go with them to partake in adventures or whatever those kids calling themselves trainers got up to these days. Anyway, this Samurott was firing Water Pulses left and right and while I can count strength, intelligence, a brooding sort of handsomeness and sparkling wit amongst my characteristics, sadly speed is not on the list. I was having a hard time escaping the sting of the water. Regardless, I did my best to throw up a few Rock Slides. I merely hoped to cause a distraction, during which I could slip quietly away. This trainer seemed experienced, though. I grudgingly admit that he had good control over his Pokemon, and his Samurott wasn’t too shabby either. So after a battle that was shorter than I would have liked, I found myself somewhere dark. I could have tried harder to escape, but what can I say, I was curious. I had spent my whole life waiting for this moment with a mix of dread and anticipation. So I sat in the dark and yawned and waited for something to happen.
I heard a final sounding “PING” and everything went quiet. So now I belonged to someone. I poked around my new home, it was dark and comfortable inside the Pokeball. Quiet, too; the outside world was muffled as if the ball was made of cotton instead of plastic. I could hear human language outside but it was difficult to make out and really, I was starting to feel a bit tired. In fact, I felt a strange urge to curl up and nap, but instead I contemplated my new life. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that there was a moment of panic when I thought maybe I had made a mistake… but no, I was older than most Pokemon who get themselves captured. Trainers usually went after the little ones. Whether this was because they wanted to bond with them from a young age or because they were too incompetent to catch anything much smarter, I’m not sure. If I wanted adventures, this might be my last chance. The Samurott had been kind enough once it had defeated me, thanking me for the battle before everything went black. And the human… he didn’t seem a bad sort. At least I knew he was strong. So no, this wouldn’t be so bad. I was a good fighter. I could fit in here. Before I could think about much more, the desire to sleep overwhelmed me. I curled up and let my eyelids sink and dreamed of the new life I was about to start.
But that never happened, did it?
wonder trade
Prologue
If I could describe the feeling, I would say it was like falling. Falling and spinning… while hundreds of horrible colours rush past, even if you keep your eyelids firmly shut. They were shut now, but it was impossible to escape the dizzying lights. I felt lightheaded and weak, but I had done this before and knew it would be over soon. Just breathe, just breathe. Overall, a very unpleasant experience. I wondered what kind of human had designed this thing. It was clear they’d never had to experience it themselves, that’s for sure! I’m practically an expert now and I would sure have a few things to say to the idiot who thought this machine was a good idea. Finally, the spinning slows down. I feel exhausted. I cling awkwardly to the floor of my Pokeball, which feels like it’s still moving. I made it through. I wonder what the girl who sent me got in return. I hope it was a Zigzagoon. I hope it bites her ankles and steals her potions. Maybe gives her rabies or something, too.
Are you wondering where I am? Me too. Fine, fine, I’ll start from the beginning… or at least a little earlier. After all that seems to be the point of my existance these days… the entertainment of humans. Bah.
So there I was, minding my own business when a human appeared from the bushes. Don't ask me to describe him. He was human-looking; two eyes, couple of legs, pretty sure he had some arms. Overall I wasn't paying him much attention because as soon as he saw me he had thrown a round orb, something I knew to be a Pokeball, at the ground and out came a large, blue, quadrupedal Pokemon with a strange horn on its head. The human made some strange noises, which plainly sounded like gobbledegook to me, but the Samurott seemed to understand and it started to spray water from its mouth in my direction. Now, we Pokemon grow up hearing all the tales about humans, good and bad. But travelling and battling always seemed like it would be pretty fun, to me. So all in all, I wasn’t too worried. There had been many close calls before, but no trainer had proven themselves worthy. I had decided long ago that if one happened to defeat me, I would willingly go with them to partake in adventures or whatever those kids calling themselves trainers got up to these days. Anyway, this Samurott was firing Water Pulses left and right and while I can count strength, intelligence, a brooding sort of handsomeness and sparkling wit amongst my characteristics, sadly speed is not on the list. I was having a hard time escaping the sting of the water. Regardless, I did my best to throw up a few Rock Slides. I merely hoped to cause a distraction, during which I could slip quietly away. This trainer seemed experienced, though. I grudgingly admit that he had good control over his Pokemon, and his Samurott wasn’t too shabby either. So after a battle that was shorter than I would have liked, I found myself somewhere dark. I could have tried harder to escape, but what can I say, I was curious. I had spent my whole life waiting for this moment with a mix of dread and anticipation. So I sat in the dark and yawned and waited for something to happen.
I heard a final sounding “PING” and everything went quiet. So now I belonged to someone. I poked around my new home, it was dark and comfortable inside the Pokeball. Quiet, too; the outside world was muffled as if the ball was made of cotton instead of plastic. I could hear human language outside but it was difficult to make out and really, I was starting to feel a bit tired. In fact, I felt a strange urge to curl up and nap, but instead I contemplated my new life. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that there was a moment of panic when I thought maybe I had made a mistake… but no, I was older than most Pokemon who get themselves captured. Trainers usually went after the little ones. Whether this was because they wanted to bond with them from a young age or because they were too incompetent to catch anything much smarter, I’m not sure. If I wanted adventures, this might be my last chance. The Samurott had been kind enough once it had defeated me, thanking me for the battle before everything went black. And the human… he didn’t seem a bad sort. At least I knew he was strong. So no, this wouldn’t be so bad. I was a good fighter. I could fit in here. Before I could think about much more, the desire to sleep overwhelmed me. I curled up and let my eyelids sink and dreamed of the new life I was about to start.
But that never happened, did it?