Chapter 7~ Poochy.
After the whole wreck this dude's house, and it's yours, I finally took everything in there. (I found a bike, a contest outfit, and everything you would need for healing Pokemon. I even got a bunch of different Pokeballs!) The house was barren, from the inside. But of course, I'd never come here again, considering that I beat the league. And go home of course.
I took a sheet of paper on this kitchen counter, and a marker found in a pencil case on some shelf. I blew the dust off of it and began to write in capitals.
FREE SHELTER HERE! MAKE SURE TO LOOT (TAKE) SOME STUFF ON YOUR WAY OUT TOO!
I think this will boom business. Oh, we'll have tons of business! I walked out of there with Poocheyana to my left, and Trik to my right.
But I thought to myself, isn't Poocheyana a LOOOOONNNNGGGGGG name? I know, I usually don't nickname Pokemon, but in this case, saying Poocheyana a billion times a day, is a bit too much. So I thought, Why not name it Poochy for when it's a Poocheyana, and when it evolves call it Mighty. I came to a conclusion. IT'S PERFECT!
I knelt down to Poocheyana's view. "Oi. Dog thing."
I caught his attention perfectly, as the thing was about to bite me to death. As I gave it a death glare back, I said " Thing. Or Poochy, I'm still deciding on your name."
Trik slapped me. Well, a slap was better than a bite. Way better than a bite. As I calmed Trik down I said "Fine, fine I'll call ya Poochy."
It nodded, and ran off. I wondered where he went for a moment, but Poochy came back with a open Poke ball. I looked at him and closed the ball. He vanished. It took me a second to realize that was his Poke ball.
I pressed the little button in the middle and he came out with a flash, ready to fight. He looked at the area, and calmed himself down. I had to bite my tongue from not laughing at him. It was only less than a minute in there, and he seriously thought that we were in a battle.
Then again, it brought me to wonder, Does time stop in a Poke ball? I stopped before making any theory's. Leave it to the professors and smart peeps. Not me. So definitely not me. NOT ME.
So, we had lunch in this house. I made Trik and Poochy a sandwich, and we ate in silence. It was awkward. Really awkward.
And then we set off, with Poochy leading the way. In a matter of 30 minutes of walking, we finally managed to get to Oadle town.
This town looked exactly as it did in the game, but there were more houses. There was a Pokemon Center to the right end of town and a Poke Mart literally right in front of the center.
And then I remembered. I came here before, looking for Brendan. Then how did I get lost? UGH, Another question to be answered another day.
I headed to the Pokémon center to restore my Pokémon's health and walked towards the end of town. I was almost there, when someone poked me. I didn't want to look behind me... maybe it was a Pokémon killer of some sort.
No, it couldn't be... TEAM ROCKET?!? Thoughts poured into my mind, of me entering every route hearing that overused song, that would be horrible. I decided not to turn around and walked ahead. As soon as I took a step, I heard a lady's voice scream, "HELLO???"
I turned around and saw another unfamiliar face. Crap. What is it now?
After the whole wreck this dude's house, and it's yours, I finally took everything in there. (I found a bike, a contest outfit, and everything you would need for healing Pokemon. I even got a bunch of different Pokeballs!) The house was barren, from the inside. But of course, I'd never come here again, considering that I beat the league. And go home of course.
I took a sheet of paper on this kitchen counter, and a marker found in a pencil case on some shelf. I blew the dust off of it and began to write in capitals.
FREE SHELTER HERE! MAKE SURE TO LOOT (TAKE) SOME STUFF ON YOUR WAY OUT TOO!
I think this will boom business. Oh, we'll have tons of business! I walked out of there with Poocheyana to my left, and Trik to my right.
But I thought to myself, isn't Poocheyana a LOOOOONNNNGGGGGG name? I know, I usually don't nickname Pokemon, but in this case, saying Poocheyana a billion times a day, is a bit too much. So I thought, Why not name it Poochy for when it's a Poocheyana, and when it evolves call it Mighty. I came to a conclusion. IT'S PERFECT!
I knelt down to Poocheyana's view. "Oi. Dog thing."
I caught his attention perfectly, as the thing was about to bite me to death. As I gave it a death glare back, I said " Thing. Or Poochy, I'm still deciding on your name."
Trik slapped me. Well, a slap was better than a bite. Way better than a bite. As I calmed Trik down I said "Fine, fine I'll call ya Poochy."
It nodded, and ran off. I wondered where he went for a moment, but Poochy came back with a open Poke ball. I looked at him and closed the ball. He vanished. It took me a second to realize that was his Poke ball.
I pressed the little button in the middle and he came out with a flash, ready to fight. He looked at the area, and calmed himself down. I had to bite my tongue from not laughing at him. It was only less than a minute in there, and he seriously thought that we were in a battle.
Then again, it brought me to wonder, Does time stop in a Poke ball? I stopped before making any theory's. Leave it to the professors and smart peeps. Not me. So definitely not me. NOT ME.
So, we had lunch in this house. I made Trik and Poochy a sandwich, and we ate in silence. It was awkward. Really awkward.
And then we set off, with Poochy leading the way. In a matter of 30 minutes of walking, we finally managed to get to Oadle town.
This town looked exactly as it did in the game, but there were more houses. There was a Pokemon Center to the right end of town and a Poke Mart literally right in front of the center.
And then I remembered. I came here before, looking for Brendan. Then how did I get lost? UGH, Another question to be answered another day.
I headed to the Pokémon center to restore my Pokémon's health and walked towards the end of town. I was almost there, when someone poked me. I didn't want to look behind me... maybe it was a Pokémon killer of some sort.
No, it couldn't be... TEAM ROCKET?!? Thoughts poured into my mind, of me entering every route hearing that overused song, that would be horrible. I decided not to turn around and walked ahead. As soon as I took a step, I heard a lady's voice scream, "HELLO???"
I turned around and saw another unfamiliar face. Crap. What is it now?
