Daily Pokemon Stories

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Today's Pokemon is...

The Dopey Pokemon, #79, Slowpoke!

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Romulus Martello drummed his fingers on the stone well as he waited just outside of Azalea Town. He sighed loudly and looked up into the sky, rain tracing down his face. He was thoroughly soaked because he had been sitting here in the rain for over an hour now. He was supposed to meet his buddy, Tybalt, an hour ago, but the man had been a no show. Romulus started to leave when a shout came from the direction of Union Cave.

"Hey! Romulus!" Romulus saw someone approaching, waving their arms wildly. Yep, that was Tybalt.

"Tybalt, what the heck took you so long?" Tybalt crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks.

"I came as fast as I could! I got lost in Union Cave on the way here. It's a long walk from Violet City."

"And this is why I said you should get a ponyta or something but no it's a waste of a party slot." Tybalt punched Romulus.

"And while you're getting fat I'll be in shape and leaving you in the dust!" Romulus smirked and grabbed Tybalt, pulling the smaller man closer.

"Get over here, you dork!"

"H-Hey!" Tybalt shouted as Romulus ruffled his hair. "Stop it! My hair!"

"It looks better messy anyway!" Romulus teased as he stopped. Tybalt beat on Romulus a little.

"You're so mean! I get held up by the police and then get lost and all I get in return is messed up hair." Romulus frowned a little and looked at Tybalt. The smaller boy shrugged a little. "Don't ask me I don't know why there was a bunch of police. They had the whole coastline blocked off! And the Pokémon Center! That's why I got lost. I couldn't go to withdraw Pan." That made sense. Tybalt's main flash Pokémon was Pan the Wooper, but since the poor Pokémon was terrified of everything, Tybalt usually left him in the PC. So of course, when Tybalt needed him most, he couldn't get to him.

"Well that explains a lot. Oh well. You're here now and that's all that matters. We'll just have to call your folks and tell them it took you so long to get here that you're staying the night!" Both boys whooped before walking out of the rain into town. Stepping around the various slowpoke, Romulus led Tybalt to a small house hidden behind the Pokémon center. A quick call to Tybalt’s place later and the two trainers were back out in Azalea Town.

“So what should we do first?” Tybalt asked. Romulus did not answer, instead just grabbing Tybalt’s hand and leading him back towards Slowpoke Well. Tybalt stumbled, a little caught off guard, but followed with a smile plastered across his face. Stopping beside the well, the rain has softened a bit, making the stones on the well not as slick. Romulus sat down on the well and swung his legs over. Hooking his feet on one of the rungs, Romulus began to climb down the ladder into the deep well. Tybalt followed quickly after, meeting Romulus at the bottom. It was dark this deep in the well, so both boys sent out their partners, a numel and a litwick. The two fire types burned their flames brightly to allow the two boys to see. Romulus quickly covered Tybalt’s eyes, earning a groan from the teenager. “Romulus!” he whined, “I can’t see!”

“That’s the point, ya goof,” Romulus replied, leading Tybalt along the path to a blanket surrounded by candles. “You better hope the food hasn’t spoiled because you made me wait so long for you to get here.”

“Wait what?” Tybalt asked as Romulus uncovered his eyes. Tybalt gasped a little when he saw the picnic basket on a blanket surrounded by candles.

“Happy anniversary!” Romulus cheered with his numel. He pat Tybalt on the back and grinned, puffing out his chest with pride. “It’s our ten month anniversary today!” Tybalt stared at Romulus in shock before splitting into a grin matching his boyfriend’s.

“You remembered! I was starting to worry when you never mentioned it but you were just trying to surprise me!” Romulus nodded and gestured to the blanket.

“Shall we sit? Remus and I spent all night working on everything to make sure this picnic went wonderfully.” Tybalt laughed a little at the thought of the twin brothers working late into the night designing everything that could be in that picnic basket. Romulus was absolutely horrendous in the kitchen, whereas Remus was a master. Oh the disasters that could have happened in that kitchen.

For the next few hours, the two boys enjoyed a candlelit picnic in the depths of the Slowpoke Well, the cries of slowpoke, the lapping of the water inside the well, and the drizzle of the rain outside acting as background music for the couple as they enjoyed their dinner. As the sun began to set and night drew ever near, the trainers realized they needed to head back to Romulus’s place. They rolled up the blanket, packed the basket, and began to leave when Tybalt stepped on a slick rock. He slipped and grabbed onto Romulus. Both felt, crashing amongst the rocks and water of the well. Tybalt fell into the deeper waters of the well and began to scramble for the edge. The goldeen in the well were less than friendly and he didn’t need any stab wounds today. Tybalt pulled himself back onto the side of the well and looked around but saw no sign of Romulus.

“Romulus?” he called, “Romulus!” Fear suddenly clutched Tybalt’s heart and his eyes snapped back to the water. Had Romulus fallen in too? “Romulus!” he shrieked, not sure what to do. It was too dark in the water! Tybalt couldn’t see Romulus at all! He could be drowning right now and Tybalt would be none the wiser because he could not spot his boyfriend! Tears began to trace down Tybalt’s cheeks as he stared helplessly at the water. Paralyzed by fear, Tybalt sat there and cried, wishing and praying that Romulus would pop back up at any second.

“Slow? Poke?” Tybalt slowly turned his head to the right, spotting a slowpoke next to him. It appeared to be observing Tybalt with its unblinking eyes. After a moment, the slowpoke opened its mouth and called out, “Slowpoke!” Tybalt jumped a little, the cry being louder and more aggressive than the ones he had heard from the slowpoke in town. Splashes echoed throughout the well and Tybalt looked around to see several other slowpoke diving into the water. After a few moments, they resurfaced, Romulus on their backs. The slowpoke pushed him onto the shore and Tybalt scrambled over to him. Romulus was covered in multiple cuts and deep slashes, but more importantly, he wasn’t breathing. That was bad. Tybalt was CPR certified, but he was panicking so much it was going to be hard to perform this calmly. Tybalt took a deep breath then pulled out his pokegear. Dialing 911, he set the pokegear on speaker as he began to start chest compressions on Romulus. One explanation later, the Azalea police and medics were on their way. Tybalt performed CPR as best he could until they arrived and the two were taken away to the nearest hospital, in Goldenrod City.

Romulus awoke later that night and both boys received a stern talking to about venturing into the well. It was a dangerous place for trainers who have yet to beat Morty and gain access to the move Surf. Nevertheless, both families were just glad Tybalt and Romulus were safe. As Romulus rested later that night, Tybalt couldn’t help but reflect on how the slowpoke had helped him when he needed them most. Being a Violet City native, he had always heard the legends of Azalea Town’s slowpoke, but never really believed in them. But now, more so than ever, he understood why the citizens of Azalea Town treasured them so.