Jyk7
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In the Pokemon Black and White version 2, I mentioned that I'd written a Pokemon story a few years ago. The Gurw suggested that I do a series of blog posts of them.
For the record, this story was written about five years ago. If you guys convince me to write more, the writing style may be very different.
Also, because poke'mon is easier for me to type than pokѐmon, that will be the way it is spelled.
Finally, I acknowledge that I made stuff up.
The Ralts was far from home.
The Pysduck just wanted her headache to go away.
The Wobbuffet had no idea how it got where it was, but he did not like it.
The Zubat happened to be caught in the daylight.
The human was bored out of his skull and wanted to do something interesting.
Individually, these stories are sad, depressing, and go nowhere fast. But when they are put together…
Jack was trying to put a bit of spice into his everyday routine.
“ Never come back, you twit.”
The customer was baffled. “What?”
“It’s not opposite day; whatever you say means exactly what it means.”
“So why’d you insult me?”
“Because it’s not in my job.”
“What?”
Jack worked for the Cianwood pharmacy, famous for being the only place that sold medicine that got rid of a Psyduck’s headache. The medicine was simple, but the only people who could mix it without hurting themselves, or the Psyduck, was Jack and his employer, Chelsea. That was not even the least of the medical miracles the pharmacy churned out. Still, Jack found that people always coming in for one of three reasons made his job pretty boring.
“It’s opposite day today, everything that is said means the opposite of what it seems like.”
“But you just said tha-”
“If you were going to tell someone it’s opposite day on opposite day, how would you do that?”
Understanding dawned. “Oh, that’s pretty funny!”
“Especially if you have to explain it to every person.”
The patron, especially confused now, decided to leave.
Jack sighed, that was only the first person today. He decided that it was better to just go about the business as usual with no more opposite day.
A flock of children burst into the lobby, “Mr. Jack! Tommy found a Poke’mon and it bit him! It was really scary and it had big red wings and it was hitting the ground with them and it was scaaaaaaaaryyyyyy!”
Jack recognized the description and had everyone but the kid named Tommy leave. Apparently, bitten means slapped around the ankles, Jack couldn’t find a mark on the kid. The description of the Poke’mon was more concerning.
“The Poke’mon, what did it look like?”
“It had wings and big ears and two long tails instead of legs and it was bright red.”
“Where was it?”
“On First Street.”
Cianwood was a rather small town, with only two real roads.
“I think it’s a Zubat, and I think it’s very sick. Will you help me catch it and bring it here?”
“Cool! I get to be a Poke’mon trainer!”
“Only for today, come on.”
The Zubat had very severe sunburn. A cave dwelling species, Zubat had almost no melanin in its skin. The dark color the species normally possesses is because of tiny colored hairs. These hairs, of course, block very little of the sun’s UV radiation, resulting in a burn time of less than fifteen minutes.
It struggled; so much so that Jack thought it would knock itself out. A Poke’mon who is trying to fight will usually use an attack move, or maybe something like Stun Spore to try to make its attackers leave. Struggle is one of the most desperate moves, hurting the Poke’mon as much or more than it hurts the enemy.
Having been slapped in the face hard enough to bloody his nose, Jack had a good idea how the Zubat was feeling. Tommy left with a black eye, deciding that he really didn’t want to be a Poke’mon trainer after all.
As soon as he started putting a special salve on the Zubat, it stopped struggling. Encouraged, Jack gave it a series of injections, a super potion to bring back its health, and a full heal to work on its burn from the inside. He was going to give it an ether, but he decided that it would be better for it to be without weapons until it showed that it would not be a threat.
It certainly didn’t look threatening. Covered in white cream, it looked like a winged rabbit.
“Poke’mon don’t like to be considered nonthreatening. A general rule.”
“Hey Chuck, knock off the psychic bit, I’ll patch up your Primeape as soon as I’m done with this guy.”
“I am not Chuck, and I will not throw away my powers so easily.”
Jack looked over his shoulder, then completely turned around. There was nobody in the lobby.
“Down a bit, Jack.”
Approaching the counter, Jack peeked over it and saw the weirdest thing he had ever see-
“That’s not a very nice thought, Jack.”
But it was true! There was this little green dome looking up at him. It had two red flanges on it, and underneath the dome, there was two tiny arms and legs. It was like it-
“Please, enough with the astonishment and insults. I am a Ralts. My name is Heuno, and I need your help almost as badly as Zizu does.”
“How do you-
“Know what you are thinking? I have a particular ability; Trace. It allows me to get into the heads of my opponents and allies and use their abilities. You should attend to Zizu, she is getting agitated.”
Turning around, Jack saw that the little green thing was right, the Zubat had begun to try to fly, propping itself up on its tails and wings.
Going to it, he gently forced it back down. “You may be feeling better, dude, but that’s just the potion in you. When that wears off, you’ll realize how worn out you were and you’ll be glad you stayed here.”
“Dude? I’m a girl.”
Jack was thrown for a loop, “Saywhat?”
“Perhaps I can explain.”
The Ralts, Heuno, was suddenly on the counter, “As long as I’m around, I can translate things into Poke’mon for you, and vice versa.”
“Saywhat?”
A guy walked in the door.
“Poke’ dudes, I gotta help this guy. Zizu, just relax. Green guy, don’t freak him out.”
The man walked up to the counter. “I need some antidotes and paralyze heals, please.”
Jack reached behind the counter and pulled some out. “How many?”
“Um, I think two of each should do it.”
Jack pushed four spray bottles out. “That’ll be 600, please.”
The guy pushed the money across the counter and took the meds. He stood there, like he was waiting for something.
“Anything else, sir?
“I thought it wasn’t opposite day.”
Oh, this. “You are absolutely wrong, sir, I hope your day stinks.”
The guy was still laughing when he left.
Heuno looked at Jack, “Why are you at once amused and annoyed?”
“Well, I told the first guy that came in it was, or wasn’t, opposite day, and he got so confused I decided that I wouldn’t do that anymore. Then that guy comes in expecting it.”
“If someone wants something of you and you don’t seem to realize it, would you like me to tell you?”
“How would you tell me without telling them too? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”
Heuno looked up at the ceiling so that Jack could see his eyes and mouth under the green dome.
“I doubt it”
His mouth didn’t move.
“Oh, telepathy.”
“Yes.”
“Ok then, I guess you could.”
The shop was silent for a while Heuno standing quietly, Jack leaning against the wall trying to figure out what to do. He realized that if Heuno wanted to, he could suggest something. He could read minds, after all. What a weird little critter. Sorry Heuno.
“Can I move yet?”
Zizu must have thought she’d been forgotten. “Lemme peel some of the cream off and if you’re getting better, then yes.”
Zizu was getting better. She had come down from a bright red to a more acceptable shade of purple, though still a bit too bright.
“Looks ok. I’ll stick you up on the rafters and put a fan on you. That oughta be nice and comfy for you.”
“Thanks buddy.”
Once Zizu was up on the rafters with her fan, Jack decided to get some things straight with the Ralts.
“Ok, you said you need my help.”
“Yes, I am originally from Hoenn, a land to the south of here. I got lost on my way to Meteor Falls.”
“Boy are you lost. What do you want me to do?”
“I need you to take care of me.”
Interested, but almost unwilling, Jack decided to play all his options.
“I think you’d better find someone else. Chuck is-“
“A fat fighter who cares not for psychic Poke’mon.”
“Then I could take you to Mr.-“
“Fiji? And be put in the same room as all those sad, despairing emotions of orphaned Poke’mon? I’d rather not. It’s rather hard to tune out such a flood of emotion.”
“Then maybe Sabrina-“
“Could take care of me and minister to the needs of her huge gym and city? At best I’d be given to a trainee.”
So much for options.
“What do you eat?”
“What do you eat?”
“If it would help, I could stick around and keep the little guy out of trouble.”
Zizu on her rafter looked down at the conversation. “I can feed myself. It was just the one time I got caught out at dawn, really!”
“Why does everything want to live in my house?”
“Why does anything happen, Jack? To answer that, you wanted something different. That’s why I came to you, and no other human. We fill each other’s needs.”
Jack was intrigued, realizing that Heuno was right. He was bored at this job. Chelsea really didn’t stop by much, except to keep things stocked. Why not? The pharmacy was to help Poke’mon. If the Ralts could help him get along with the customers, he could probably sell more stuff and get a raise that would more than pay for any expenses. And if the Zubat could keep to itself, why couldn’t she hang around, so to speak.
“I may regret this, but you can both stick around. One rule, though, don’t poop in the store.”
Zizu was indignant. “Hey, we ain’t animals, we know how to behave.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
For the record, this story was written about five years ago. If you guys convince me to write more, the writing style may be very different.
Also, because poke'mon is easier for me to type than pokѐmon, that will be the way it is spelled.
Finally, I acknowledge that I made stuff up.
The Ralts was far from home.
The Pysduck just wanted her headache to go away.
The Wobbuffet had no idea how it got where it was, but he did not like it.
The Zubat happened to be caught in the daylight.
The human was bored out of his skull and wanted to do something interesting.
Individually, these stories are sad, depressing, and go nowhere fast. But when they are put together…
Jack was trying to put a bit of spice into his everyday routine.
“ Never come back, you twit.”
The customer was baffled. “What?”
“It’s not opposite day; whatever you say means exactly what it means.”
“So why’d you insult me?”
“Because it’s not in my job.”
“What?”
Jack worked for the Cianwood pharmacy, famous for being the only place that sold medicine that got rid of a Psyduck’s headache. The medicine was simple, but the only people who could mix it without hurting themselves, or the Psyduck, was Jack and his employer, Chelsea. That was not even the least of the medical miracles the pharmacy churned out. Still, Jack found that people always coming in for one of three reasons made his job pretty boring.
“It’s opposite day today, everything that is said means the opposite of what it seems like.”
“But you just said tha-”
“If you were going to tell someone it’s opposite day on opposite day, how would you do that?”
Understanding dawned. “Oh, that’s pretty funny!”
“Especially if you have to explain it to every person.”
The patron, especially confused now, decided to leave.
Jack sighed, that was only the first person today. He decided that it was better to just go about the business as usual with no more opposite day.
A flock of children burst into the lobby, “Mr. Jack! Tommy found a Poke’mon and it bit him! It was really scary and it had big red wings and it was hitting the ground with them and it was scaaaaaaaaryyyyyy!”
Jack recognized the description and had everyone but the kid named Tommy leave. Apparently, bitten means slapped around the ankles, Jack couldn’t find a mark on the kid. The description of the Poke’mon was more concerning.
“The Poke’mon, what did it look like?”
“It had wings and big ears and two long tails instead of legs and it was bright red.”
“Where was it?”
“On First Street.”
Cianwood was a rather small town, with only two real roads.
“I think it’s a Zubat, and I think it’s very sick. Will you help me catch it and bring it here?”
“Cool! I get to be a Poke’mon trainer!”
“Only for today, come on.”
The Zubat had very severe sunburn. A cave dwelling species, Zubat had almost no melanin in its skin. The dark color the species normally possesses is because of tiny colored hairs. These hairs, of course, block very little of the sun’s UV radiation, resulting in a burn time of less than fifteen minutes.
It struggled; so much so that Jack thought it would knock itself out. A Poke’mon who is trying to fight will usually use an attack move, or maybe something like Stun Spore to try to make its attackers leave. Struggle is one of the most desperate moves, hurting the Poke’mon as much or more than it hurts the enemy.
Having been slapped in the face hard enough to bloody his nose, Jack had a good idea how the Zubat was feeling. Tommy left with a black eye, deciding that he really didn’t want to be a Poke’mon trainer after all.
As soon as he started putting a special salve on the Zubat, it stopped struggling. Encouraged, Jack gave it a series of injections, a super potion to bring back its health, and a full heal to work on its burn from the inside. He was going to give it an ether, but he decided that it would be better for it to be without weapons until it showed that it would not be a threat.
It certainly didn’t look threatening. Covered in white cream, it looked like a winged rabbit.
“Poke’mon don’t like to be considered nonthreatening. A general rule.”
“Hey Chuck, knock off the psychic bit, I’ll patch up your Primeape as soon as I’m done with this guy.”
“I am not Chuck, and I will not throw away my powers so easily.”
Jack looked over his shoulder, then completely turned around. There was nobody in the lobby.
“Down a bit, Jack.”
Approaching the counter, Jack peeked over it and saw the weirdest thing he had ever see-
“That’s not a very nice thought, Jack.”
But it was true! There was this little green dome looking up at him. It had two red flanges on it, and underneath the dome, there was two tiny arms and legs. It was like it-
“Please, enough with the astonishment and insults. I am a Ralts. My name is Heuno, and I need your help almost as badly as Zizu does.”
“How do you-
“Know what you are thinking? I have a particular ability; Trace. It allows me to get into the heads of my opponents and allies and use their abilities. You should attend to Zizu, she is getting agitated.”
Turning around, Jack saw that the little green thing was right, the Zubat had begun to try to fly, propping itself up on its tails and wings.
Going to it, he gently forced it back down. “You may be feeling better, dude, but that’s just the potion in you. When that wears off, you’ll realize how worn out you were and you’ll be glad you stayed here.”
“Dude? I’m a girl.”
Jack was thrown for a loop, “Saywhat?”
“Perhaps I can explain.”
The Ralts, Heuno, was suddenly on the counter, “As long as I’m around, I can translate things into Poke’mon for you, and vice versa.”
“Saywhat?”
A guy walked in the door.
“Poke’ dudes, I gotta help this guy. Zizu, just relax. Green guy, don’t freak him out.”
The man walked up to the counter. “I need some antidotes and paralyze heals, please.”
Jack reached behind the counter and pulled some out. “How many?”
“Um, I think two of each should do it.”
Jack pushed four spray bottles out. “That’ll be 600, please.”
The guy pushed the money across the counter and took the meds. He stood there, like he was waiting for something.
“Anything else, sir?
“I thought it wasn’t opposite day.”
Oh, this. “You are absolutely wrong, sir, I hope your day stinks.”
The guy was still laughing when he left.
Heuno looked at Jack, “Why are you at once amused and annoyed?”
“Well, I told the first guy that came in it was, or wasn’t, opposite day, and he got so confused I decided that I wouldn’t do that anymore. Then that guy comes in expecting it.”
“If someone wants something of you and you don’t seem to realize it, would you like me to tell you?”
“How would you tell me without telling them too? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”
Heuno looked up at the ceiling so that Jack could see his eyes and mouth under the green dome.
“I doubt it”
His mouth didn’t move.
“Oh, telepathy.”
“Yes.”
“Ok then, I guess you could.”
The shop was silent for a while Heuno standing quietly, Jack leaning against the wall trying to figure out what to do. He realized that if Heuno wanted to, he could suggest something. He could read minds, after all. What a weird little critter. Sorry Heuno.
“Can I move yet?”
Zizu must have thought she’d been forgotten. “Lemme peel some of the cream off and if you’re getting better, then yes.”
Zizu was getting better. She had come down from a bright red to a more acceptable shade of purple, though still a bit too bright.
“Looks ok. I’ll stick you up on the rafters and put a fan on you. That oughta be nice and comfy for you.”
“Thanks buddy.”
Once Zizu was up on the rafters with her fan, Jack decided to get some things straight with the Ralts.
“Ok, you said you need my help.”
“Yes, I am originally from Hoenn, a land to the south of here. I got lost on my way to Meteor Falls.”
“Boy are you lost. What do you want me to do?”
“I need you to take care of me.”
Interested, but almost unwilling, Jack decided to play all his options.
“I think you’d better find someone else. Chuck is-“
“A fat fighter who cares not for psychic Poke’mon.”
“Then I could take you to Mr.-“
“Fiji? And be put in the same room as all those sad, despairing emotions of orphaned Poke’mon? I’d rather not. It’s rather hard to tune out such a flood of emotion.”
“Then maybe Sabrina-“
“Could take care of me and minister to the needs of her huge gym and city? At best I’d be given to a trainee.”
So much for options.
“What do you eat?”
“What do you eat?”
“If it would help, I could stick around and keep the little guy out of trouble.”
Zizu on her rafter looked down at the conversation. “I can feed myself. It was just the one time I got caught out at dawn, really!”
“Why does everything want to live in my house?”
“Why does anything happen, Jack? To answer that, you wanted something different. That’s why I came to you, and no other human. We fill each other’s needs.”
Jack was intrigued, realizing that Heuno was right. He was bored at this job. Chelsea really didn’t stop by much, except to keep things stocked. Why not? The pharmacy was to help Poke’mon. If the Ralts could help him get along with the customers, he could probably sell more stuff and get a raise that would more than pay for any expenses. And if the Zubat could keep to itself, why couldn’t she hang around, so to speak.
“I may regret this, but you can both stick around. One rule, though, don’t poop in the store.”
Zizu was indignant. “Hey, we ain’t animals, we know how to behave.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
