I haven't done any fanfic writing in ages. This is just a brief one I whipped up from a little idea I had, hopefully to get me back into the swing of things.
A Pallet Town Practice Battle
Disclaimer – The usual stuff. You know, no money is to be made from this, Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Creatures, Gamefreak, all that jazz.
“Ring-ring-ring! Ring-ring-ring! Doorbell! Doorbell!” The electronically speaking doorbell, by the front door of the most famous house in sleepy little Pallet Town, repeated its happy tone until a male teenager in a green headband, green t-shirt, and jean shorts opened the door. With a familiar nod, he greeted an attractive brunette in her early thirties, who stood next to her Mr. Mime.
“Hi, Mrs. Ketchum, are you ready for the battle?” he asked the woman. She was Delia Ketchum, and her son was Ash, an accomplished Pokemon trainer who had made waves with his progress and solid results in many tournaments across three different regions, and was now in his fourth.
She nodded. “I hope I’m not too early, Tracey.” The young man was Tracey Sketchit, a self-proclaimed “Pokemon watcher” who was currently working at his dream job of assistant to Professor Samuel Oak, the world’s leading authority on Pokemon. Professor Oak looked after the reserve Pokemon of many trainers who had begun their journeys from Pallet Town, the two most notable of whom were his own grandson, Gary, and Delia’s son Ash. Delia had recently expressed an interest in learning more about Pokemon and battling, so she could better understand her son when he excitedly told her of his adventures. Since Professor Oak and Tracey had to make sure the Pokemon they looked after got regular exercise, and since some of those Pokemon were particularly fond of battling, the solution was easy. Delia and her Mr. Mime now enjoyed regular battles with either Tracey or the Professor, who would use many of the Pokemon at the estate in battle. The Pokemon had no problem with this, since they were used to the two male humans taking care of them, so it was an easy transition to obey them in battle.
“No, you’re right on time,” Tracey assured her. “In fact, the Professor is deciding which Pokemon to battle you with right now.”
“Okay,” Delia nodded cheerfully, “I’ll just go out to the back meadow and wait for him, then.” The two opponents soon stood across from each other on a field well back of the house. Tracey stood between them, and a good distance back from their direct line of sight, to act as the referee.
“Delia, you’ve been making fine progress,” said Professor Oak. His white hair and matching lab coat danced a little in the slight breeze. “How about we do this battle without working on anything in particular? I’d like to see how you can apply what you’ve learned so far.”
“Sounds good to me!” Delia agreed.
Tracey cleared his throat. “Okay then, this practice battle between Professor Samuel Oak and Mrs. Delia Ketchum shall now begin! Each trainer will use one Pokemon with no time limit! Ready? ... Begin!”
“Ready, Mimey?” Delia asked her only Pokemon.
“Mr. Mime!” it replied enthusiastically, moving ahead and in front of Delia.
Professor Oak produced a Pokeball from one of the many pockets of his lab coat, and enlarged it. “Okay, Kingler, come on out!” he cried as he threw the ball.
Delia was surprised. “That’s Ash’s Kingler!”
Oak nodded. “Yes. Remember what I told you: when Ash battles most opponents, he often has no idea which Pokemon they will send out. You have to be mentally ready to deal with any opponent.”
“You’re right, Professor…Kingler just brought back some memories of Ash for me. I’m ok now. Mimey, start off with Calm Mind!” Mr. Mime focused on its opponent and concentrated hard, appearing to go into a trance.
‘She’s really been paying attention,’ thought the Professor, impressed. Aloud he said, “Break its concentration, Kingler! Use Crabhammer!”
“Mimey, dodge it!” Mr. Mime had emerged from its trance by now, and was fully aware of the approaching attack. It allowed Kingler to advance and raise its claw, then the mime Pokemon spun to the right at the last possible second. “Great job, Mimey! Now, use Thunderpunch!” Mr. Mime charged its right fist with sparking Electric energy, and threw a punch that scored a direct hit on the side of Kingler’s body.
“Hang in there, Kingler! Try a Mud Shot attack!” called Professor Oak. The crab Pokemon was cringing from the supereffective damage, but it shook itself briefly, as if to regain its senses, and resumed battling. It promptly brought both claws in front of its face, touched them together, and opened them. A stream of mud spewed out, landing hard on Mr. Mime before it could do anything.
“You see, Delia?” the Professor called to his good friend and opponent. “Even when you’re able to use an attack that causes serious damage, you have to make sure your Pokemon isn’t left open to a counterattack, just in case.”
“Thanks, Professor!” she yelled cheerfully. To herself she said, “But I’ve still got a few more tricks…” Thinking quickly, she called, “Mimey, use Psychic to lift Kingler up in the air!” The mime Pokemon extended both hands towards its opponent, and concentrated. A bluish aura surrounded Kingler, and it was slowly levitated several feet in the air.
The move seemed to surprise the Professor, but he was quickly able to decide on a counterattack. “Quickly Kingler, use Bubblebeam!” Still suspended in mid-air, the crab Pokemon moved a claw out in front to attempt to use the attack, but was unable to open the claw! “What? What’s going on?” Oak asked in surprise. Not only had Mr. Mime levitated Kingler, it was using its Psychic abilities to keep Kingler’s claws shut!
“You’re doing great, Mimey! Now, slam Kingler back to the ground!” Mr. Mime moved both hands downward quickly, sending Kingler hurtling towards the grass. It hit hard, and the crab Pokemon seemed stunned. It lay without moving. “Great job, Mimey!” Delia congratulated her Pokemon. “Looks like we won!”
“Kingler, can you still battle?” Oak asked anxiously. Tracey was also watching intently, deciding whether or not to rule Kingler unable to battle. The crab Pokemon struggled, then slowly got up.
“What?!” Delia was surprised. “I thought it was all over!”
“Don’t be so quick to judge that, Delia. It might come back to haunt you one day.” Oak smiled over at his friend. He knew, though, that Kingler didn’t have much energy left at all. Despite its willingness to continue, it was looking very worn out. It was time for a desperation move. “Kingler, use Hyper Beam!”
“Mimey, use Solarbeam!” Delia countered. Kingler raised its right claw, at the same time as Mr. Mime raised its hands toward the sun. Both Pokemon charged their respective attacks, and launched them simultaneously. The two beams collided in a terrific display of lights. They pushed back and forth—first to Kingler’s side, then to Mr. Mime’s side, then back to Kingler’s side. Slowly, the Solarbeam was becoming too much for the weakened Kingler to handle, and it reached all the way to the crab Pokemon, scoring a massive hit and sending it reeling. Kingler finally collapsed, swirly-eyed.
Tracey pointed at it with his left hand, and raised his right towards Mr. Mime. “Kingler is unable to battle. Mr. Mime wins, and the victory goes to Mrs. Ketchum!”
Delia hugged Mimey in excitement. “We won, Mimey, we won!”
Professor Oak held up Kingler’s Pokeball and recalled it. “You battled hard, Kingler. You would have made Ash proud. In fact, I will tell him about this battle. You deserve a long rest.” To Delia he said, “Congratulations, Delia. This is your first battle victory against me, and you used Mimey’s skills masterfully. If you wanted to, I’m sure you would make an excellent challenger for any one of Kanto’s Gyms.”
“Thanks, Professor,” said Delia happily, “but you know I’m just doing this for Ash. I think one traveling trainer in our family is enough!” All three humans laughed.
A Pallet Town Practice Battle
Disclaimer – The usual stuff. You know, no money is to be made from this, Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Creatures, Gamefreak, all that jazz.
“Ring-ring-ring! Ring-ring-ring! Doorbell! Doorbell!” The electronically speaking doorbell, by the front door of the most famous house in sleepy little Pallet Town, repeated its happy tone until a male teenager in a green headband, green t-shirt, and jean shorts opened the door. With a familiar nod, he greeted an attractive brunette in her early thirties, who stood next to her Mr. Mime.
“Hi, Mrs. Ketchum, are you ready for the battle?” he asked the woman. She was Delia Ketchum, and her son was Ash, an accomplished Pokemon trainer who had made waves with his progress and solid results in many tournaments across three different regions, and was now in his fourth.
She nodded. “I hope I’m not too early, Tracey.” The young man was Tracey Sketchit, a self-proclaimed “Pokemon watcher” who was currently working at his dream job of assistant to Professor Samuel Oak, the world’s leading authority on Pokemon. Professor Oak looked after the reserve Pokemon of many trainers who had begun their journeys from Pallet Town, the two most notable of whom were his own grandson, Gary, and Delia’s son Ash. Delia had recently expressed an interest in learning more about Pokemon and battling, so she could better understand her son when he excitedly told her of his adventures. Since Professor Oak and Tracey had to make sure the Pokemon they looked after got regular exercise, and since some of those Pokemon were particularly fond of battling, the solution was easy. Delia and her Mr. Mime now enjoyed regular battles with either Tracey or the Professor, who would use many of the Pokemon at the estate in battle. The Pokemon had no problem with this, since they were used to the two male humans taking care of them, so it was an easy transition to obey them in battle.
“No, you’re right on time,” Tracey assured her. “In fact, the Professor is deciding which Pokemon to battle you with right now.”
“Okay,” Delia nodded cheerfully, “I’ll just go out to the back meadow and wait for him, then.” The two opponents soon stood across from each other on a field well back of the house. Tracey stood between them, and a good distance back from their direct line of sight, to act as the referee.
“Delia, you’ve been making fine progress,” said Professor Oak. His white hair and matching lab coat danced a little in the slight breeze. “How about we do this battle without working on anything in particular? I’d like to see how you can apply what you’ve learned so far.”
“Sounds good to me!” Delia agreed.
Tracey cleared his throat. “Okay then, this practice battle between Professor Samuel Oak and Mrs. Delia Ketchum shall now begin! Each trainer will use one Pokemon with no time limit! Ready? ... Begin!”
“Ready, Mimey?” Delia asked her only Pokemon.
“Mr. Mime!” it replied enthusiastically, moving ahead and in front of Delia.
Professor Oak produced a Pokeball from one of the many pockets of his lab coat, and enlarged it. “Okay, Kingler, come on out!” he cried as he threw the ball.
Delia was surprised. “That’s Ash’s Kingler!”
Oak nodded. “Yes. Remember what I told you: when Ash battles most opponents, he often has no idea which Pokemon they will send out. You have to be mentally ready to deal with any opponent.”
“You’re right, Professor…Kingler just brought back some memories of Ash for me. I’m ok now. Mimey, start off with Calm Mind!” Mr. Mime focused on its opponent and concentrated hard, appearing to go into a trance.
‘She’s really been paying attention,’ thought the Professor, impressed. Aloud he said, “Break its concentration, Kingler! Use Crabhammer!”
“Mimey, dodge it!” Mr. Mime had emerged from its trance by now, and was fully aware of the approaching attack. It allowed Kingler to advance and raise its claw, then the mime Pokemon spun to the right at the last possible second. “Great job, Mimey! Now, use Thunderpunch!” Mr. Mime charged its right fist with sparking Electric energy, and threw a punch that scored a direct hit on the side of Kingler’s body.
“Hang in there, Kingler! Try a Mud Shot attack!” called Professor Oak. The crab Pokemon was cringing from the supereffective damage, but it shook itself briefly, as if to regain its senses, and resumed battling. It promptly brought both claws in front of its face, touched them together, and opened them. A stream of mud spewed out, landing hard on Mr. Mime before it could do anything.
“You see, Delia?” the Professor called to his good friend and opponent. “Even when you’re able to use an attack that causes serious damage, you have to make sure your Pokemon isn’t left open to a counterattack, just in case.”
“Thanks, Professor!” she yelled cheerfully. To herself she said, “But I’ve still got a few more tricks…” Thinking quickly, she called, “Mimey, use Psychic to lift Kingler up in the air!” The mime Pokemon extended both hands towards its opponent, and concentrated. A bluish aura surrounded Kingler, and it was slowly levitated several feet in the air.
The move seemed to surprise the Professor, but he was quickly able to decide on a counterattack. “Quickly Kingler, use Bubblebeam!” Still suspended in mid-air, the crab Pokemon moved a claw out in front to attempt to use the attack, but was unable to open the claw! “What? What’s going on?” Oak asked in surprise. Not only had Mr. Mime levitated Kingler, it was using its Psychic abilities to keep Kingler’s claws shut!
“You’re doing great, Mimey! Now, slam Kingler back to the ground!” Mr. Mime moved both hands downward quickly, sending Kingler hurtling towards the grass. It hit hard, and the crab Pokemon seemed stunned. It lay without moving. “Great job, Mimey!” Delia congratulated her Pokemon. “Looks like we won!”
“Kingler, can you still battle?” Oak asked anxiously. Tracey was also watching intently, deciding whether or not to rule Kingler unable to battle. The crab Pokemon struggled, then slowly got up.
“What?!” Delia was surprised. “I thought it was all over!”
“Don’t be so quick to judge that, Delia. It might come back to haunt you one day.” Oak smiled over at his friend. He knew, though, that Kingler didn’t have much energy left at all. Despite its willingness to continue, it was looking very worn out. It was time for a desperation move. “Kingler, use Hyper Beam!”
“Mimey, use Solarbeam!” Delia countered. Kingler raised its right claw, at the same time as Mr. Mime raised its hands toward the sun. Both Pokemon charged their respective attacks, and launched them simultaneously. The two beams collided in a terrific display of lights. They pushed back and forth—first to Kingler’s side, then to Mr. Mime’s side, then back to Kingler’s side. Slowly, the Solarbeam was becoming too much for the weakened Kingler to handle, and it reached all the way to the crab Pokemon, scoring a massive hit and sending it reeling. Kingler finally collapsed, swirly-eyed.
Tracey pointed at it with his left hand, and raised his right towards Mr. Mime. “Kingler is unable to battle. Mr. Mime wins, and the victory goes to Mrs. Ketchum!”
Delia hugged Mimey in excitement. “We won, Mimey, we won!”
Professor Oak held up Kingler’s Pokeball and recalled it. “You battled hard, Kingler. You would have made Ash proud. In fact, I will tell him about this battle. You deserve a long rest.” To Delia he said, “Congratulations, Delia. This is your first battle victory against me, and you used Mimey’s skills masterfully. If you wanted to, I’m sure you would make an excellent challenger for any one of Kanto’s Gyms.”
“Thanks, Professor,” said Delia happily, “but you know I’m just doing this for Ash. I think one traveling trainer in our family is enough!” All three humans laughed.
Thanks for reading though!
