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“Huh...” I muttered dumbly staring wide eyed at the scene before me.

How could I not?

For ten minutes into my walk towards Viridian City, I came across a scene of utter devastation. A smouldering black and literally sizzling crater just sitting there in the middle of the road. And to go along with it the downed forms of hundreds upon hundreds of small birds with red wing feathers and brown plumage.

At least I knew when I was in the time line. I must be a little bit behind Ash Ketchum himself. That was both exciting and worrying. For one, I had no plans of sleeping outside without any camping gear so I was definitely headed for the Pokemon Center, the problem with that being that tonight was obviously the night the three stooges of Team Rocket would make their first ever attempt at stealing Pokemon with Ash nearby.

On the other hand, my mind instantly zeroed in on the fact that there would be a free Charmander on the way to Vermillion City in around a week or so.

It didn't take me long to come to a decision. Sorry Ash old buddy, you may be my favourite and I have a big soft spot for you, but sorry mate, I can't let the chance to get that badass Charizard for myself pass me by.

Inching carefully around the fallen Spearow littering the road I had to withhold a whistle. God damn if this was the game verse Pikachu would be like level forty already.

After some careful steps I got passed the fallen birds and the crater and was about to continue on my way. Except my eyes strayed to a single fallen form at the front of the crater, ahead of its flock.

A Spearow. A Spearow, smoking and charred a little bit, but with a very familiar swelling on its crown. I winced just looking at it, no wonder the thing held such a grudge against Ash.

I should just mind my own buisness and move on. Except, this little bird was the cause of one of my biggest pet peeves in Pokemon. Pidgeot never coming back. If this guy was gone, there'd be no reason for Ash to leave Pidgeot.

And he'd need all the heavy hitters he could get considering I was planning on taking Charmander for myself.

Not to mention….

No matter what Red fanboys claimed, I knew for a fact Ash trained his Pokemon well. Many claimed that he did not earn most of his badges, but I can easily refute all of them except maybe Sabrina.

Brock for instance. So what if the sprinklers went off? Rain Dance would have done the same god damn thing. Plus the gym was made of damn rock, why would it have sprinklers in the first place?

Note to self, teach my pokemon Rain Dance. It'd make taking Brock out a cinch.

Misty? Ash was winning that battle in the first place, he had both Pidgeotto and Butterfree still ready where as Misty only had I think Staryu left. And everyone knows Pikachu would have toasted both her pokemon if he wasn't such a little cunt at the time anyway.

Erika? Charmander got recalled because of Gloom's nasty smell, it wasn't knocked out. Ash had three pokemon left and Erika had just her Gloom, it was a foregone conclusion no matter what anyone says.

Anyway, my point was that this little Spearow without anyone to train it got strong enough to absolutely curb stomp Ash's Pidgeotto. A Pidgeotto that months earlier at that point in time had one shot a freaking Rhydon with Double-Edge.

The Fearow it became was an absolute power house. Just how strong would it be with someone to actually train it?

I eyed the downed bird before sighing in defeat. One more strong pokemon would be a big help considering the plans I've got running around in my head. I know exactly where to find wild and powerful pokemon. The Squirtle Squad for instance, or that Dragonair living out in that lake outside Saffron City, I remember it from the Battle Frontier season. Then there's that shiny Metagross in Sinnoh and all those wild Treecko in the Petalburg woods and shit.

Choice made, I picked up the damn bird and continued on my way. Hopefully the Nurse Joy there would spare an empty pokeball for a poor homeless twelve year old.

Or maybe I could bed her? No, I shook my head, that's just stupid. There's no way I could charm a fully grown woman into bed with me as a budding teen. Maybe if I was a famous trainer, but not as I am right now.

Either way, I need to get a move on and quickly. If these Spearow wake up before I'm gone they're liable to take out their frustration on me. And I so didn't feel like gettung murdered by a bunch of tiny ass birds.

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