Writing Short Story Competition!
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scampy said:
If they feel the story is too long, they're entitled not to read it, and not vote for it then. See what I mean? There's no practical reward, so it's not like it matters that much.
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People know who wrote these stories. I mean... the poster's name is right there.
I actively encourage everyone NOT to just blindly vote for me. I know a good story when I see one, and there's just no way that everyone who isn't me is going to vote for me. I still don't know how bacon plans on doing the voting process, but if they're going to be made public, I won't be voting until the end, so as to not influence the voting in any way.
edit I agree with Dictator Dauntless about the word limit, and also DD: How do you plan on writing one for the second round with no knowledge of what the topic is?
I actively encourage everyone NOT to just blindly vote for me. I know a good story when I see one, and there's just no way that everyone who isn't me is going to vote for me. I still don't know how bacon plans on doing the voting process, but if they're going to be made public, I won't be voting until the end, so as to not influence the voting in any way.
edit I agree with Dictator Dauntless about the word limit, and also DD: How do you plan on writing one for the second round with no knowledge of what the topic is?
The story is very bare bones and can easily be changed to fit the topic.PMJ said:People know who wrote these stories. I mean... the poster's name is right there.
I actively encourage everyone NOT to just blindly vote for me. I know a good story when I see one, and there's just no way that everyone who isn't me is going to vote for me. I still don't know how bacon plans on doing the voting process, but if they're going to be made public, I won't be voting until the end, so as to not influence the voting in any way.
edit I agree with Dictator Dauntless about the word limit, and also DD: How do you plan on writing one for the second round with no knowledge of what the topic is?
More, Ive decided what Im doing with the character I want to use next. SO unless it's VERY specific, I can make it work.
scampy said:Good entry by Daren, however:
"Next, our pockets we were made to empty our pockets and the broken shades fell out."
Fix that sentence and you'll be at 3,000.
I'll change it, but even before I do, my Microsoft Word Word Counter says its 3,000 words. But I don't know, maybe its messed up or something
Maybe charidude can't see/count.
Negative Zero said:
I have a brother and I could never imagine what it would be like without him in my life. I hope you are able to cope with this and your family as well. I'm terribly sorry for the circumstances. Just remember that one loss will bring the rest of your family even closer together, and you can comfort each other through the loss and can reflect on the good memories of him too....
- Luigi
PS. Anyway, two days left and I'm getting nervous. I can't wait for those last minute entries so the voting will be difficult. With PMJ, I think he may win by a landslide. Can't be too sure though... :]
i might just try to enter, but what time on the 27th should we enter it?
Talk about last minute submissions. Meh, this would've gone better had I known that there was a contest much earlier. Thanks to time pressure, I kinda wrote this just for the lawl of it, and you'll find a few references here and there. You don't have to click the links to get the story, but they're there if you want to see how cliched the story is. No, this has not been proofread because I lack time. D: I also somehow managed to pull off a 3000.
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Stardate 2xx9.171
A panoramic illustration of interstellar space seeps fathomlessly into a man’s eyes, and a myriad of countless stars scintillates freely amid the fabric of space encompassing the boundaries of his vision. As an illusion adjoins the gap between galaxies far apart, comets journey endlessly into the farthest corners of the universe. This is the age of a man who now holds the entirety of reality in the palm of his hand.
“Block 3842 has been hit!” An anxious female voice exclaimed.
“Damage report?” A man atop the deck of a ship asked.
“Minimal. Ion thrusters are fully functional!”
“Stand firm men; let’s teach them a little lesson. Teach them exactly who they’re facing.” The man declared with a smirk of confidence on his face as he held tight onto a banner with a fluttering signet.
“Enemy fleet size is off the charts!”
The man stared at the array of heavenly bodies as he nonchalantly stroked the fur of his feline companion. “So, all the lights in the heavens are our enemy now huh?”
“Yeah, but they're worthy opponents...” A belligerent young man concealed in the shade gripped his fists tightly. “I'll use the fabric of space-time to wring them out of existence!”
“Make me proud, son.” He replied permissively while comfortably seating himself to give his feline companion a subtle stroke on the back.
The young man ascended to the bridge’s central command station. “Open the space-time containment units!” He stood with his arms overlapping each other while two cryo-chambers behind him unfastened, unveiling the silhouettes of two Pokémon. “Dialga, Palkia, send these maggots into the limits of infinity!” As the two Pokémon cried out an echoing bellow, a glint of fortitude sparkled in his eyes. “Just who in the universe do you think I am!?”
Present Day
“Chuuuu!” an immense bolt of lightning struck a massive patch of the ground, sending two people and a Pokémon into the stratosphere while accompanied by a faint shimmer soon after. Haven’t they had enough?
“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!”
“When will those guys ever learn?” Twenty-year-old Ash Ketchum was obviously vexed. “It’s been ten years since they first tried to steal you buddy, and if I don’t do anything about it, they’d probably do it until you’re too old to steal! What do you think we should do Pikachu?” He held the electric mouse in front of him, hoping for a reasonable answer.
“Pika pii! Pika pika, Pikachu!” Pikachu squeaked as if he were trying to say something in a language that only friendship can make you understand. Friendship can do that?
Ash laughed and put Pikachu on his back. “You’re right Pikachu! Why didn’t I think of that earlier?”
“Pika!” He giggled as if he was going to evaporate.
Hoping to find a solution to his dilemma, Ash immediately headed to the nearest Pokémon Center to turn a computer on.
“You have reached a Sprint directory assistance operator, how can I be of assistance?” An Indian sounding man babbled profusely. How far has operator outsourcing gone?
While sniggering a bit, Ash reached into his pocket and took a business card out, which read, Temporal Legion Founder – Max. “Could you connect me to the leader of the Temporal Legion?” He asked inquisitively.
“One moment please... I’m afraid that the line to this ‘Temporal Legion’ isn’t available.” The man’s slurred speech was somewhat cryptic; he was blatantly trying to hide something ‘covert’ which might not even be in Ash’s vocabulary.
Ash examined the plastic card a second time and noticed a lightning bolt stamped onto its back side. “Pikachu, use Thunder Bolt on the card!”
“Pi... ka... chuuuuuu!” In response to Pikachu’s electrifying aura, the business card gleamed revealing an inconspicuous hidden message that startled Ash for a second.
“Operator, a holy star rules the Turkish hackers that will come in a few more days!” As he uttered what seemed to be gibberish, more likely taboo, a moment of silence filled the conversation.
“Access code recognized. Hold on please, I am now redirecting you to a private channel of the Temporal Legion Headquarters. Have a nice day!” The screen blacked out for a split second, revealing a humble-looking face as the monitor flashed back on. A glorified cameo from a different dimension?
“You have accessed the Temporal Legion’s private channel. How may I... oh! Hey cousin! Long time no see eh?” Ash’s cousin greeted him with a warm smile.
“Long time no see Max. Boy, I never did get to tell May that I have a cousin who has the same name as her brother.” This is of course irrelevant to the plot.
“Tell who?”
“Umm, it’s nothing.” He clumsily rubbed his nose with his finger.
“Just call me Shade. How can I help you?”
Ash took a deep breath and protested for two hours’ worth of nonstop impromptu berating about Team Rocket’s shenanigans for the past decade.
“... So you’re saying that you want me to do something about this? Leave this to me then; I’ve already got something planned out.” Max grinned and took a damp mop in his hands. “What do you think of community service at the Legion for the rest of eternity? Does that sound good to you?”
Ash beamed an expression of relief. “Yeah, sounds good to me. At least they get paid to do something.”
“Alright, now to catch those ‘crooks’ of yours.” He held his thumbs up. Who does guy think he is?
Meanwhile, our three misfits are rehearsing another variation of their undying motto, only this time they’re running out of creativity juices.
“Prepare for trouble!”
James was hesitant. “And make it double!”
“To infect the world with motivation!”
“T-to ignite the f-fires of d-dedication!” He stuttered and sighed.
“To pronounce upheavals uncouth in love!”
Reluctantly, James paused for a second out of self-pity. “Get your act together!” Jessie delivered a swift right uppercut that knocked him down. Sure serves him right!
“Ow!” He felt his chin with a palm and whined. “What was that for?”
“James! Get a hold of yourself!” she ardently looked him in the eye. “You have strong feet, so use them to get back up!”
“But Jessie... I don’t want to do this anymore! It’s been ten years!”
She put a foot on a large rock and set the background ablaze with her hot blooded passion. “Then all the more we should try to steal Pikachu! Our efforts shouldn’t go to waste!”
“Cawm down Jessie, we hafta think about dis rationally.”Meowth took a fire extinguisher from Hammerspace to ‘cool her down’. “Besoyds, Pikachew’s right in fwont of us now widout dose pesky twerps.” He pointed out.
Jessie and James were skeptical at first. “Don’t think that we’d fall for that!” But they were awestruck as they saw what seemed to be Pikachu all by himself.
“Pika bzzt chu buzz bleep pika!”
“Something doesn’t seem to be right about Pikachu though.” James pondered the thought as he poked Pikachu. “Hey! I’m not getting electrified! I’m still alive!”
“What Pikachew is tryin’ ta say is that he’s surrendering himself so that he could put an end to this mess that he stawted in the first place.” Meowth explained.
“It’s a dream come true!” the two hopeless dim-witted grunts embraced each other tightly as tears of joy gushed out of their eyes.
Nearby, a pair of bushes shuddered unnoticed. “Quick Vulpix, they took the bait, I repeat, they took the bait!” one man said.
“Copy that Lazy Houndour, proceed with the operation.”
“Alright, come here Pikachu, we won’t hurt you.” As they fiddled around with their fingers and crept closer to Pikachu, they were put to sleep, oblivious to what caused their sudden drowsiness. Is this the end of their misadventures?
Moments later...
“Jessie, Meowth, where are we!?” Pretty boy clung onto one of Jessie’s legs like a newborn monkey would when it clings to its mother.
She pinched the janitor wardrobe that she was wearing. “Why are you asking me that? And what’s with these filthy rags!” the redhead muttered. Geez, it’s not like you haven’t worn any sillier ’disguises’.
As their narrow-minded perception expanded throughout the dark room, the air inside seemed to grow much heavier. They hear footsteps going towards their direction and sense the presence of someone else. In cowardice, our anti villains hurriedly bundle up in a small corner of the room. Someone turned the lights on.
“So, you must be the notorious villains who’ve been antagonizing Ash for the past ten years.” A man in a lab coat looked into their eyes as if he was staring directly at their souls.
“Notorious!?” They said in unison as if they were proud of it. No, you grunts aren’t evil enough. Ash is just ticked off.
“So I was right!” He snapped a finger as an imaginary bulb flashed over his head. “Take those mops and clean the facility. We’ll reward you even more than your boss would ever hope to.”
“You can do that!?” The sound of a cash register rippled in the background. You can’t use money in an isolated room, can you?
“Why of course we can. Oh, how rude of me. Though you may have already seen me on television before, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Samuel Oak, a scientist researching in the field of... oh I’ll keep that to myself. Now you three have fun, we’ll discuss your paycheck later. Right now, if you’d excuse me, I must to get back to work.” He walked into a glass room with his hands behind him.
“Did we just get hired to do something good for once?” James was mesmerized for a second. And you call yourself a villain.
“... I think we did.” Jessie was in disbelief as well. Is this a new beginning?
These three freeloading failures didn’t only get the lowest blue-collar jobs around the corner; they are also no longer bound by the laws of time, thanks to the ingenious Professor. Because this facility is the Legion’s finest research facility, the wonders of science fiction make what should be about three hundred years passing by, irrelevant to their physical age. Ladies and gentlemen, we have just created a time skip to set the supposed plot.
“We should be old and wrinkly right now; why aren’t we!?” Jessie was inconsolable to the point of wanting grey hair.
“I don’t even know how long we’ve been cleaning this old man’s laboratory anymore!” her wouldbe spouse interjected as they tried to strangle the youth out of each other.
“Who ya cawin’ old?” The talkative cat murmured to himself. “I just gawt the ticket out, so don’t wose hope just yet.”
They were astounded as Meowth unrolled what seemed to be another one of their easy-to-foil escape plans. Only this time, it wasn’t.
“So here’s what we’re gonna do. In the last decade, the professor always wawked into his lab at eleven pm sharp with a cup of tea. Then he would leave at twelve am sharp. The decade before that, he wawked into his lab at ten pm sharp, and he would leave at eleven am sharp, and the pattern’s been going for the past countless years. So, if I’m right, he’ll be here at midnight this new-year, which is tonight. Make sure not to miss him.”
Jessie and James were clueless. “What does the time have to do with anything? And where’d you get a clock?”
“I don’t have a clawk, but this really old Intendo TS wite serves that purpose. The batteries are pretty low, so we better use it sparingly.”
“You had a Intendo TS all this time and you didn’t tell us!?” They strangled him together. Talk about mon abuse.
“ It only had enough battery power to work for about an hour two, but I made sure not to spend it all.” He was Koffing. “But that’s not the point here. Every decade, he changes his sleeping pattern, and depending awn that, he drinks something different. Let’s just hope that he takes something that would make him feel sleepy.”
“And if he doesn’t?” James interrupted.
“We do Plan B which is to get what he’s gownna drink.”
“And if that doesn’t work?” Jessie was flustered.
“Then we’d have to do Plan C, which is to tell him bed toym stories.”
Meowth was still confident despite the centuries of ploys that kept on falling short. “Let’s just hope that Plan A works.”
The moment of truth was only moments away. Would they succeed this time? Or would they have to wait for another century to get this chance? They hear the pounding footsteps that once frightened them, and are once again frightened of. Someone’s singing the recurring lyrics of a song. The situation is intense, and they’re getting all sweaty!
“...Oh you're my best friend. In a world we must defend!” Professor Oak stopped for a moment and sipped what looked like dirty water from a mug. It was James’ turn.
“The narrator says that it’s a cup of dirty water. Would that make him sleepy?”
It’s a mug of coffee Sherlock.
“Why thank you for stating the obvious narrator, I mean it!” Stop giggling at the screen. You’re welcome I guess?
Jessie was ready for anything, as far as she knew. “Professor, would you let me take a look at your coffee mug?”
He nodded. “Why certainly.”
“Ooh, will you look at that, the mug is dirty! Let me clean that up for you.” You aren’t exactly the best actress, spilling precious coffee like that and pretending to consider it as dirt.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about my spilled coffee.” He knelt to take a tablet from the puddle of spilled coffee. “Fortuitously for me, I only put three sleeping pills in there instead of ten.”
Their jaws dropped as if someone else picked up a winning lottery ticket that was right in their reach. Nice going there. Is that cat really going to tell a much older man some bed time stories?
“Professor, look, I’m a tawkin’ Meowth!”
He took a pen and jotted a bunch of things down. “Ah! This needs to be added to my research. A Meowth can learn to speak, given enough time to provide sanitary service.” While distracted, a hypnotic ray diffused from the coin on Meowth’s forehead, putting Oak to sleep.
“Where’d you learn to do that Meowth?”
“I’m well-bred.” Bed time stories huh? “Now, time to use this time machine to make us the leaders of Team Rocket. Let’s go back in time, over three hundred years ago!” As he calibrated the coordinates on the Dialga-powered time machine, they actually went back in time, over three hundred years.
After getting sucked into a time portal, they found themselves lying on grass in a forest.
“Where are we Meowth?”
“I set the coordinates to the place where the boss was when he was about as young as that Ash when we fiwst met him.”
“Persian! Are you alright?” A child was tending to an indured Persian.
“That must be the boss when he was a kid!” James shivered at the thought while hiding behind a tree with the other two.
“Well, we can take advantage of the situation. Maybe if I try to fight the Persian and beat it, I’ll be his favorite cat instead. Trust me awn this, I’ve beaten a healthy Persian before.” He flaunted. “Then you two would be the boss’ supervisors.”
“Supervisors!?” Aren’t you two being too ambitious now? “Go Meowth, we’re rooting for you all the way!”
“This should be easy.” He confidently walked into Giovanni’s line of sight, as the two prepared to do their motto ‘For the first time’.
Prepare for trouble!
Make it double!
To protect the world from devastation
To unite all peoples within our nation
To denounce the evils of truth and love
To extend our reach to the stars above
Jessie!
James!
Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!
Surrender now, or prepare to fight!
Meowth, dat's right!
The clueless trainer stood still thinking to himself. “This Team Rocket... they sound like they’re fighting for a good cause. They want to protect the world from devastation, and unite everybody. Are they trying to protect Pokémon in the forest by making the bond that Persian and I share even stronger? I want to join them. Look, If you’re looking for a Pokémon battle using a talking Meowth, I doubt that you’d have any hope of winning. I know that you’re injured Persian, but are you with my on this?” Giovanni stared deep into the Persian’s eyes, waiting to be reciprocated. At a moment’s notice, the Persian stood up with a glimmer of confidence. “Persian. Come and get them.” Sounds like a revised quote of some sort.
The two cats prowled upon each other, waiting for a chance to strike. Although Persian was injured, he emitted an intimidating aura. Meowth was out of character; ferocious rather than clever. As a bawl echoed throughout the forest, a flock of Pidgeys flew away; Meowth was down and Persian was the verdict.
“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!”
Giovanni conjured a look of curiosity and satisfaction as they flew together with the Pidgeys. “Will we ever get to see them again Persian? Will I ever get to be like them?”
The Persian idly sat down and smiled at the faint shimmer that they left as if he saw a shooting star several years into the future.
“Prepare to fire the continuum influx cannon! We can’t let those space pirates take away the joy of being with Pokémon. Such criminals wouldn't stand a chance! Men, today’s going to be another long day.” He paused for a moment and gazed up as a shooting star passed by. “Did you see that Persian? A shooting star just like the one we saw long ago. It’s at times like these that I wonder how those three are doing.”
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Stardate 2xx9.171
A panoramic illustration of interstellar space seeps fathomlessly into a man’s eyes, and a myriad of countless stars scintillates freely amid the fabric of space encompassing the boundaries of his vision. As an illusion adjoins the gap between galaxies far apart, comets journey endlessly into the farthest corners of the universe. This is the age of a man who now holds the entirety of reality in the palm of his hand.
“Block 3842 has been hit!” An anxious female voice exclaimed.
“Damage report?” A man atop the deck of a ship asked.
“Minimal. Ion thrusters are fully functional!”
“Stand firm men; let’s teach them a little lesson. Teach them exactly who they’re facing.” The man declared with a smirk of confidence on his face as he held tight onto a banner with a fluttering signet.
“Enemy fleet size is off the charts!”
The man stared at the array of heavenly bodies as he nonchalantly stroked the fur of his feline companion. “So, all the lights in the heavens are our enemy now huh?”
“Yeah, but they're worthy opponents...” A belligerent young man concealed in the shade gripped his fists tightly. “I'll use the fabric of space-time to wring them out of existence!”
“Make me proud, son.” He replied permissively while comfortably seating himself to give his feline companion a subtle stroke on the back.
The young man ascended to the bridge’s central command station. “Open the space-time containment units!” He stood with his arms overlapping each other while two cryo-chambers behind him unfastened, unveiling the silhouettes of two Pokémon. “Dialga, Palkia, send these maggots into the limits of infinity!” As the two Pokémon cried out an echoing bellow, a glint of fortitude sparkled in his eyes. “Just who in the universe do you think I am!?”
The Unforeseen Legacy
Present Day
“Chuuuu!” an immense bolt of lightning struck a massive patch of the ground, sending two people and a Pokémon into the stratosphere while accompanied by a faint shimmer soon after. Haven’t they had enough?
“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!”
“When will those guys ever learn?” Twenty-year-old Ash Ketchum was obviously vexed. “It’s been ten years since they first tried to steal you buddy, and if I don’t do anything about it, they’d probably do it until you’re too old to steal! What do you think we should do Pikachu?” He held the electric mouse in front of him, hoping for a reasonable answer.
“Pika pii! Pika pika, Pikachu!” Pikachu squeaked as if he were trying to say something in a language that only friendship can make you understand. Friendship can do that?
Ash laughed and put Pikachu on his back. “You’re right Pikachu! Why didn’t I think of that earlier?”
“Pika!” He giggled as if he was going to evaporate.
Hoping to find a solution to his dilemma, Ash immediately headed to the nearest Pokémon Center to turn a computer on.
“You have reached a Sprint directory assistance operator, how can I be of assistance?” An Indian sounding man babbled profusely. How far has operator outsourcing gone?
While sniggering a bit, Ash reached into his pocket and took a business card out, which read, Temporal Legion Founder – Max. “Could you connect me to the leader of the Temporal Legion?” He asked inquisitively.
“One moment please... I’m afraid that the line to this ‘Temporal Legion’ isn’t available.” The man’s slurred speech was somewhat cryptic; he was blatantly trying to hide something ‘covert’ which might not even be in Ash’s vocabulary.
Ash examined the plastic card a second time and noticed a lightning bolt stamped onto its back side. “Pikachu, use Thunder Bolt on the card!”
“Pi... ka... chuuuuuu!” In response to Pikachu’s electrifying aura, the business card gleamed revealing an inconspicuous hidden message that startled Ash for a second.
“Operator, a holy star rules the Turkish hackers that will come in a few more days!” As he uttered what seemed to be gibberish, more likely taboo, a moment of silence filled the conversation.
“Access code recognized. Hold on please, I am now redirecting you to a private channel of the Temporal Legion Headquarters. Have a nice day!” The screen blacked out for a split second, revealing a humble-looking face as the monitor flashed back on. A glorified cameo from a different dimension?
“You have accessed the Temporal Legion’s private channel. How may I... oh! Hey cousin! Long time no see eh?” Ash’s cousin greeted him with a warm smile.
“Long time no see Max. Boy, I never did get to tell May that I have a cousin who has the same name as her brother.” This is of course irrelevant to the plot.
“Tell who?”
“Umm, it’s nothing.” He clumsily rubbed his nose with his finger.
“Just call me Shade. How can I help you?”
Ash took a deep breath and protested for two hours’ worth of nonstop impromptu berating about Team Rocket’s shenanigans for the past decade.
“... So you’re saying that you want me to do something about this? Leave this to me then; I’ve already got something planned out.” Max grinned and took a damp mop in his hands. “What do you think of community service at the Legion for the rest of eternity? Does that sound good to you?”
Ash beamed an expression of relief. “Yeah, sounds good to me. At least they get paid to do something.”
“Alright, now to catch those ‘crooks’ of yours.” He held his thumbs up. Who does guy think he is?
Meanwhile, our three misfits are rehearsing another variation of their undying motto, only this time they’re running out of creativity juices.
“Prepare for trouble!”
James was hesitant. “And make it double!”
“To infect the world with motivation!”
“T-to ignite the f-fires of d-dedication!” He stuttered and sighed.
“To pronounce upheavals uncouth in love!”
Reluctantly, James paused for a second out of self-pity. “Get your act together!” Jessie delivered a swift right uppercut that knocked him down. Sure serves him right!
“Ow!” He felt his chin with a palm and whined. “What was that for?”
“James! Get a hold of yourself!” she ardently looked him in the eye. “You have strong feet, so use them to get back up!”
“But Jessie... I don’t want to do this anymore! It’s been ten years!”
She put a foot on a large rock and set the background ablaze with her hot blooded passion. “Then all the more we should try to steal Pikachu! Our efforts shouldn’t go to waste!”
“Cawm down Jessie, we hafta think about dis rationally.”Meowth took a fire extinguisher from Hammerspace to ‘cool her down’. “Besoyds, Pikachew’s right in fwont of us now widout dose pesky twerps.” He pointed out.
Jessie and James were skeptical at first. “Don’t think that we’d fall for that!” But they were awestruck as they saw what seemed to be Pikachu all by himself.
“Pika bzzt chu buzz bleep pika!”
“Something doesn’t seem to be right about Pikachu though.” James pondered the thought as he poked Pikachu. “Hey! I’m not getting electrified! I’m still alive!”
“What Pikachew is tryin’ ta say is that he’s surrendering himself so that he could put an end to this mess that he stawted in the first place.” Meowth explained.
“It’s a dream come true!” the two hopeless dim-witted grunts embraced each other tightly as tears of joy gushed out of their eyes.
Nearby, a pair of bushes shuddered unnoticed. “Quick Vulpix, they took the bait, I repeat, they took the bait!” one man said.
“Copy that Lazy Houndour, proceed with the operation.”
“Alright, come here Pikachu, we won’t hurt you.” As they fiddled around with their fingers and crept closer to Pikachu, they were put to sleep, oblivious to what caused their sudden drowsiness. Is this the end of their misadventures?
Moments later...
“Jessie, Meowth, where are we!?” Pretty boy clung onto one of Jessie’s legs like a newborn monkey would when it clings to its mother.
She pinched the janitor wardrobe that she was wearing. “Why are you asking me that? And what’s with these filthy rags!” the redhead muttered. Geez, it’s not like you haven’t worn any sillier ’disguises’.
As their narrow-minded perception expanded throughout the dark room, the air inside seemed to grow much heavier. They hear footsteps going towards their direction and sense the presence of someone else. In cowardice, our anti villains hurriedly bundle up in a small corner of the room. Someone turned the lights on.
“So, you must be the notorious villains who’ve been antagonizing Ash for the past ten years.” A man in a lab coat looked into their eyes as if he was staring directly at their souls.
“Notorious!?” They said in unison as if they were proud of it. No, you grunts aren’t evil enough. Ash is just ticked off.
“So I was right!” He snapped a finger as an imaginary bulb flashed over his head. “Take those mops and clean the facility. We’ll reward you even more than your boss would ever hope to.”
“You can do that!?” The sound of a cash register rippled in the background. You can’t use money in an isolated room, can you?
“Why of course we can. Oh, how rude of me. Though you may have already seen me on television before, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Samuel Oak, a scientist researching in the field of... oh I’ll keep that to myself. Now you three have fun, we’ll discuss your paycheck later. Right now, if you’d excuse me, I must to get back to work.” He walked into a glass room with his hands behind him.
“Did we just get hired to do something good for once?” James was mesmerized for a second. And you call yourself a villain.
“... I think we did.” Jessie was in disbelief as well. Is this a new beginning?
These three freeloading failures didn’t only get the lowest blue-collar jobs around the corner; they are also no longer bound by the laws of time, thanks to the ingenious Professor. Because this facility is the Legion’s finest research facility, the wonders of science fiction make what should be about three hundred years passing by, irrelevant to their physical age. Ladies and gentlemen, we have just created a time skip to set the supposed plot.
“We should be old and wrinkly right now; why aren’t we!?” Jessie was inconsolable to the point of wanting grey hair.
“I don’t even know how long we’ve been cleaning this old man’s laboratory anymore!” her wouldbe spouse interjected as they tried to strangle the youth out of each other.
“Who ya cawin’ old?” The talkative cat murmured to himself. “I just gawt the ticket out, so don’t wose hope just yet.”
They were astounded as Meowth unrolled what seemed to be another one of their easy-to-foil escape plans. Only this time, it wasn’t.
“So here’s what we’re gonna do. In the last decade, the professor always wawked into his lab at eleven pm sharp with a cup of tea. Then he would leave at twelve am sharp. The decade before that, he wawked into his lab at ten pm sharp, and he would leave at eleven am sharp, and the pattern’s been going for the past countless years. So, if I’m right, he’ll be here at midnight this new-year, which is tonight. Make sure not to miss him.”
Jessie and James were clueless. “What does the time have to do with anything? And where’d you get a clock?”
“I don’t have a clawk, but this really old Intendo TS wite serves that purpose. The batteries are pretty low, so we better use it sparingly.”
“You had a Intendo TS all this time and you didn’t tell us!?” They strangled him together. Talk about mon abuse.
“ It only had enough battery power to work for about an hour two, but I made sure not to spend it all.” He was Koffing. “But that’s not the point here. Every decade, he changes his sleeping pattern, and depending awn that, he drinks something different. Let’s just hope that he takes something that would make him feel sleepy.”
“And if he doesn’t?” James interrupted.
“We do Plan B which is to get what he’s gownna drink.”
“And if that doesn’t work?” Jessie was flustered.
“Then we’d have to do Plan C, which is to tell him bed toym stories.”
Meowth was still confident despite the centuries of ploys that kept on falling short. “Let’s just hope that Plan A works.”
The moment of truth was only moments away. Would they succeed this time? Or would they have to wait for another century to get this chance? They hear the pounding footsteps that once frightened them, and are once again frightened of. Someone’s singing the recurring lyrics of a song. The situation is intense, and they’re getting all sweaty!
“...Oh you're my best friend. In a world we must defend!” Professor Oak stopped for a moment and sipped what looked like dirty water from a mug. It was James’ turn.
“The narrator says that it’s a cup of dirty water. Would that make him sleepy?”
It’s a mug of coffee Sherlock.
“Why thank you for stating the obvious narrator, I mean it!” Stop giggling at the screen. You’re welcome I guess?
Jessie was ready for anything, as far as she knew. “Professor, would you let me take a look at your coffee mug?”
He nodded. “Why certainly.”
“Ooh, will you look at that, the mug is dirty! Let me clean that up for you.” You aren’t exactly the best actress, spilling precious coffee like that and pretending to consider it as dirt.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about my spilled coffee.” He knelt to take a tablet from the puddle of spilled coffee. “Fortuitously for me, I only put three sleeping pills in there instead of ten.”
Their jaws dropped as if someone else picked up a winning lottery ticket that was right in their reach. Nice going there. Is that cat really going to tell a much older man some bed time stories?
“Professor, look, I’m a tawkin’ Meowth!”
He took a pen and jotted a bunch of things down. “Ah! This needs to be added to my research. A Meowth can learn to speak, given enough time to provide sanitary service.” While distracted, a hypnotic ray diffused from the coin on Meowth’s forehead, putting Oak to sleep.
“Where’d you learn to do that Meowth?”
“I’m well-bred.” Bed time stories huh? “Now, time to use this time machine to make us the leaders of Team Rocket. Let’s go back in time, over three hundred years ago!” As he calibrated the coordinates on the Dialga-powered time machine, they actually went back in time, over three hundred years.
After getting sucked into a time portal, they found themselves lying on grass in a forest.
“Where are we Meowth?”
“I set the coordinates to the place where the boss was when he was about as young as that Ash when we fiwst met him.”
“Persian! Are you alright?” A child was tending to an indured Persian.
“That must be the boss when he was a kid!” James shivered at the thought while hiding behind a tree with the other two.
“Well, we can take advantage of the situation. Maybe if I try to fight the Persian and beat it, I’ll be his favorite cat instead. Trust me awn this, I’ve beaten a healthy Persian before.” He flaunted. “Then you two would be the boss’ supervisors.”
“Supervisors!?” Aren’t you two being too ambitious now? “Go Meowth, we’re rooting for you all the way!”
“This should be easy.” He confidently walked into Giovanni’s line of sight, as the two prepared to do their motto ‘For the first time’.
Prepare for trouble!
Make it double!
To protect the world from devastation
To unite all peoples within our nation
To denounce the evils of truth and love
To extend our reach to the stars above
Jessie!
James!
Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!
Surrender now, or prepare to fight!
Meowth, dat's right!
The clueless trainer stood still thinking to himself. “This Team Rocket... they sound like they’re fighting for a good cause. They want to protect the world from devastation, and unite everybody. Are they trying to protect Pokémon in the forest by making the bond that Persian and I share even stronger? I want to join them. Look, If you’re looking for a Pokémon battle using a talking Meowth, I doubt that you’d have any hope of winning. I know that you’re injured Persian, but are you with my on this?” Giovanni stared deep into the Persian’s eyes, waiting to be reciprocated. At a moment’s notice, the Persian stood up with a glimmer of confidence. “Persian. Come and get them.” Sounds like a revised quote of some sort.
The two cats prowled upon each other, waiting for a chance to strike. Although Persian was injured, he emitted an intimidating aura. Meowth was out of character; ferocious rather than clever. As a bawl echoed throughout the forest, a flock of Pidgeys flew away; Meowth was down and Persian was the verdict.
“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!”
Giovanni conjured a look of curiosity and satisfaction as they flew together with the Pidgeys. “Will we ever get to see them again Persian? Will I ever get to be like them?”
The Persian idly sat down and smiled at the faint shimmer that they left as if he saw a shooting star several years into the future.
“Prepare to fire the continuum influx cannon! We can’t let those space pirates take away the joy of being with Pokémon. Such criminals wouldn't stand a chance! Men, today’s going to be another long day.” He paused for a moment and gazed up as a shooting star passed by. “Did you see that Persian? A shooting star just like the one we saw long ago. It’s at times like these that I wonder how those three are doing.”
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Yes, it's that bad.
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Stupid me forgets about this completely.
I'll just think of something for next time round.
I'll just think of something for next time round.
Let Scampy decide, relax.
THE NEW BEGINING
I had just awoken from a sleepless night. Who could sleep knowing that the new Pokemon researcher from a far off region was choosing to make this his one and only stop in all of Kanto. My small and quiet Pallet town had blown up over night. The inns and boarding homes had filled up weeks ago with reporters and trainer’s wishing to catch a glimpse of this almost unheard of man. He was going to choose five trainers and their family's to come and see who would get the coveted position of his apprentice. "Juli! Juli!"
"What is it Max, can't you see I'm still asleep?"
"Oak wants you. Now." I quickly dressed and woke up Spirit. The golden scar like line across her left eye broke in two as her eyes slowly slid open. She trotted along as I rushed to Oaks house. I guess I wasn't all that surprised to see Dominic, my childhood friend, and Seth, the new and powerful trainer from Johto also standing in his living room.
"Juli, Dominic, I have watched you grow from tiny infant's to the wonderful young people you are today. You both show signs of being very remarkable young trainers. I know neither of you have ever used Pokemon in battle, but if you'll just follow me to the backyard, we can get you all set for that."
"Hey! No fair! I want a Pokemon too!"
"Ugh, Max, can you ever mind your own business?" Despite my complaint professor Oak continued without so much as a glance at Max. When we came to the backyard, there were hundreds of pokeballs everywhere, I picked one up and it was a Growlithe, Spirit took to the other Growlithe very quickly, no, wait, she's getting ready to attack it. I drew it back and turned to listen to professor Oak.
"As you can see, there are many pokeballs, each containing a different Pokemon. Dominic, Juli, Max, go build your team's"
"Hold on a sec gramps," Dominic said, "Why do you all of a sudden want us to get a team? And what about that new guy, 'Seth'. You haven't said a word to him.
"Well Dominic, Seth has eight gym badges and a team. And the reason I want you to have a team ready is because I am recommending you three for Professor Redwoods apprenticeship" We were all taken aback. Even the silent Seth uttered out a 'No way'. I ran to a pile and took an armful to examine. By the time we had our teams assembled it was almost time for professor Redwoods appearance. We got front row seats in the huge arena that has been prepared for his arrival. When he came out on stage, he went into how almost ten year's ago he had been studying Tentacruel for a book on sea life when he ran into an island that wasn't on the map. There were Pokemon had never seen before, it was a place untouched by modern technological advances. He started a settlement which soon grew into Birch town. It is populated, but only by other scientist's and researchers. He came here to get real people from his home town to live in Birch town with him.
After that, he proceeded to bring out a few Pokemon he caught near Birch town, "I call this one, Shelped." and he sent out a green bird poking his head out of an egg shell with the other half of the egg shell on his head. "And this one is called Helapopper." This one was a little ball with stubby hands and feet with a propeller on his head and a balloon that would inflate whenever the propeller turned. He was put on a leash so he wouldn't float into the sky. "There are many other Pokemon, and the five trainer's who are chosen will get to add one to their team, so I hope you'll try your very best in the tournament tomorrow. I'm sorry we could only accept fifty entries, but not to worry, I plan to make a stop in Kanto annually to choose a new apprentice."
"Oh no! We didn't turn in our entry forms!"
"Don't worry Dominic, you're the first people on the list, I made sure of that."
"Thanks Gramps!"
-THE NEXT DAY-
I was pretty lucky during the tournament, out of ten battles I only lost twice. Max on the other hand got frustrated and quit after three lost battles. Dominic lost twice and Seth lost once. From what I could gather, there were no perfect scores but like Seth, a few people got a 9-1 score.
Everyone gathered back at the arena to see who the five lucky trainers would be.
"Okay everyone, we all put a tremendous amount of effort into picking only five trainers and their family's, but I believe these young people have worked very hard and deserve a chance to be my apprentice. With a score of 9-1, and the team of Alakazam, Mr. Mime, Chimecho, and Madicham, Jade from Sinnoh! And based upon your current team, I present you with this Pokemon. I have yet to decide a name." Professor Redwood handed Jade a top hat with eye's and bunny feet. "This next trainer, also with a score of 9-1, had been recommended to me by my mentor and good friend, professor Oak. Seth from Jhoto! With his team of Typhlosion, Scyther, Seadra, Pichu, and Glyscor. Seth, I see you like to have tough pokemon, I call this little guy Splaire." Splaire was kind of like a lion cub with a very short firey mane and it kind of looked like instead of ankles, it had some sort of ghost like energy connecting it's feet to it's leg's. "Coming in at third, the last person with a score of 9-1, water trainer, Bruno! His team consists of a Gyarados, Lapras, Starmie, Cloyster, and Seaking. Bruno have you ever considered training bugs?"
"No professor, but I did have a Beautifly as a kid."
"Well then I your going to like Prave." Prave was kind of like a blue Preying Mantis. These last two kids were also recommended by professor Oak, Dominic with the team of Phanphy, Rapidash, Lickylicky, and Graveler! Dominic, you can have Helapopper." Oh my gosh, one more name left to say, I'm the only other person Oak recommended. This is the greatest moment in my life. "And finally, the fifth person to come to Birch Town with me and have the chance to be my apprentice is..." You could cut the tension with a knife "Juli from right here in Pallet town!" Oh My Gosh, it's me! I could barley stand as he listed the pokemon on my team, "And Juli's team is Her Growlithe whom she call's Spirit, Abra, Arbok, Poochyena, and Machoke." I couldn't believe this was happening, I was crying as he handed me the little Shelped. I can't believe I was going to be apart of this new town, this new life, this new beginning.
I’d better at least get second or third, I worked days on this!!
I had just awoken from a sleepless night. Who could sleep knowing that the new Pokemon researcher from a far off region was choosing to make this his one and only stop in all of Kanto. My small and quiet Pallet town had blown up over night. The inns and boarding homes had filled up weeks ago with reporters and trainer’s wishing to catch a glimpse of this almost unheard of man. He was going to choose five trainers and their family's to come and see who would get the coveted position of his apprentice. "Juli! Juli!"
"What is it Max, can't you see I'm still asleep?"
"Oak wants you. Now." I quickly dressed and woke up Spirit. The golden scar like line across her left eye broke in two as her eyes slowly slid open. She trotted along as I rushed to Oaks house. I guess I wasn't all that surprised to see Dominic, my childhood friend, and Seth, the new and powerful trainer from Johto also standing in his living room.
"Juli, Dominic, I have watched you grow from tiny infant's to the wonderful young people you are today. You both show signs of being very remarkable young trainers. I know neither of you have ever used Pokemon in battle, but if you'll just follow me to the backyard, we can get you all set for that."
"Hey! No fair! I want a Pokemon too!"
"Ugh, Max, can you ever mind your own business?" Despite my complaint professor Oak continued without so much as a glance at Max. When we came to the backyard, there were hundreds of pokeballs everywhere, I picked one up and it was a Growlithe, Spirit took to the other Growlithe very quickly, no, wait, she's getting ready to attack it. I drew it back and turned to listen to professor Oak.
"As you can see, there are many pokeballs, each containing a different Pokemon. Dominic, Juli, Max, go build your team's"
"Hold on a sec gramps," Dominic said, "Why do you all of a sudden want us to get a team? And what about that new guy, 'Seth'. You haven't said a word to him.
"Well Dominic, Seth has eight gym badges and a team. And the reason I want you to have a team ready is because I am recommending you three for Professor Redwoods apprenticeship" We were all taken aback. Even the silent Seth uttered out a 'No way'. I ran to a pile and took an armful to examine. By the time we had our teams assembled it was almost time for professor Redwoods appearance. We got front row seats in the huge arena that has been prepared for his arrival. When he came out on stage, he went into how almost ten year's ago he had been studying Tentacruel for a book on sea life when he ran into an island that wasn't on the map. There were Pokemon had never seen before, it was a place untouched by modern technological advances. He started a settlement which soon grew into Birch town. It is populated, but only by other scientist's and researchers. He came here to get real people from his home town to live in Birch town with him.
After that, he proceeded to bring out a few Pokemon he caught near Birch town, "I call this one, Shelped." and he sent out a green bird poking his head out of an egg shell with the other half of the egg shell on his head. "And this one is called Helapopper." This one was a little ball with stubby hands and feet with a propeller on his head and a balloon that would inflate whenever the propeller turned. He was put on a leash so he wouldn't float into the sky. "There are many other Pokemon, and the five trainer's who are chosen will get to add one to their team, so I hope you'll try your very best in the tournament tomorrow. I'm sorry we could only accept fifty entries, but not to worry, I plan to make a stop in Kanto annually to choose a new apprentice."
"Oh no! We didn't turn in our entry forms!"
"Don't worry Dominic, you're the first people on the list, I made sure of that."
"Thanks Gramps!"
-THE NEXT DAY-
I was pretty lucky during the tournament, out of ten battles I only lost twice. Max on the other hand got frustrated and quit after three lost battles. Dominic lost twice and Seth lost once. From what I could gather, there were no perfect scores but like Seth, a few people got a 9-1 score.
Everyone gathered back at the arena to see who the five lucky trainers would be.
"Okay everyone, we all put a tremendous amount of effort into picking only five trainers and their family's, but I believe these young people have worked very hard and deserve a chance to be my apprentice. With a score of 9-1, and the team of Alakazam, Mr. Mime, Chimecho, and Madicham, Jade from Sinnoh! And based upon your current team, I present you with this Pokemon. I have yet to decide a name." Professor Redwood handed Jade a top hat with eye's and bunny feet. "This next trainer, also with a score of 9-1, had been recommended to me by my mentor and good friend, professor Oak. Seth from Jhoto! With his team of Typhlosion, Scyther, Seadra, Pichu, and Glyscor. Seth, I see you like to have tough pokemon, I call this little guy Splaire." Splaire was kind of like a lion cub with a very short firey mane and it kind of looked like instead of ankles, it had some sort of ghost like energy connecting it's feet to it's leg's. "Coming in at third, the last person with a score of 9-1, water trainer, Bruno! His team consists of a Gyarados, Lapras, Starmie, Cloyster, and Seaking. Bruno have you ever considered training bugs?"
"No professor, but I did have a Beautifly as a kid."
"Well then I your going to like Prave." Prave was kind of like a blue Preying Mantis. These last two kids were also recommended by professor Oak, Dominic with the team of Phanphy, Rapidash, Lickylicky, and Graveler! Dominic, you can have Helapopper." Oh my gosh, one more name left to say, I'm the only other person Oak recommended. This is the greatest moment in my life. "And finally, the fifth person to come to Birch Town with me and have the chance to be my apprentice is..." You could cut the tension with a knife "Juli from right here in Pallet town!" Oh My Gosh, it's me! I could barley stand as he listed the pokemon on my team, "And Juli's team is Her Growlithe whom she call's Spirit, Abra, Arbok, Poochyena, and Machoke." I couldn't believe this was happening, I was crying as he handed me the little Shelped. I can't believe I was going to be apart of this new town, this new life, this new beginning.
I’d better at least get second or third, I worked days on this!!
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