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Hey, Bulbagarden I'm going to try a Pokemon fan fiction thing, bear with me on this.
I've been kinda working on this since August, I've posted some chapters elsewhere on the internet, but I think I'm just going to start posting it here, and only here and see what happens.
If you didn't read the tag, it is indeed "mature" so know what you're getting into by reading this.
Uhm, so anyway, here's the intro and chapter un.
I've been kinda working on this since August, I've posted some chapters elsewhere on the internet, but I think I'm just going to start posting it here, and only here and see what happens.
If you didn't read the tag, it is indeed "mature" so know what you're getting into by reading this.
Uhm, so anyway, here's the intro and chapter un.
PROLOGUE OR, "It could be there, but!"
Just a warning to you all, never let a rookie trainer in your van with a Fire-type Pokémon.
Trust me, I know what happens.
My name is Ethan Mackenzie and no, if my first sentence has led you to believe that this is some sort of fire safety PSA, then sorry I’ve misled you. If you really want to read something on fire safety I’m sure you can Google something.
Why you would want to? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.
But if you really want to stick around, I promise you that what I’m about to tell you is a lot more interesting than Smokey Bear telling you “Remember, only YOU can prevent wildfires,” or some other shit.
This story is about the time my best friend and I became Pokémon trainers.
And yes, it does start with a car and a Fire-type Pokémon.
Well, kinda.
Actually it starts a little earlier than that. My friend Lyra and I were waiting for Dr. Elm at the Pokémon research lab in New Bark...
Trust me, I know what happens.
My name is Ethan Mackenzie and no, if my first sentence has led you to believe that this is some sort of fire safety PSA, then sorry I’ve misled you. If you really want to read something on fire safety I’m sure you can Google something.
Why you would want to? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.
But if you really want to stick around, I promise you that what I’m about to tell you is a lot more interesting than Smokey Bear telling you “Remember, only YOU can prevent wildfires,” or some other shit.
This story is about the time my best friend and I became Pokémon trainers.
And yes, it does start with a car and a Fire-type Pokémon.
Well, kinda.
Actually it starts a little earlier than that. My friend Lyra and I were waiting for Dr. Elm at the Pokémon research lab in New Bark...
.:in living color:.
CHAPTER 1: PILOT OR, "Actually this gun is unloaded so..."
CHAPTER 1: PILOT OR, "Actually this gun is unloaded so..."
“Alright! Birthday present time!”
A tiny girl with brown hair grabbed the present off the counter and wildly began to shake it.
“Lyra! Please don’t... do that,” said a tall boy with black hair who rolled his eyes and grabbed the girls present out of her hands “Your birthday present was extremely expensive.”
“Rude,” The girl narrowed her eyebrows.
“Well fine then, break your gift. I’m not buying you a new one.” He said, handing the present back to her
Lyra snorted and started to tear off the paper.
“Ohmygosh- Ethan! You got me Pokégear?”
She ripped open the box and revealed the small mobile phone.
“In Atomic Purple too, you can see all the wires and shit!”
Lyra looked back up to Ethan “These things go for at least twenty thousand yen.”
“And now you understand why I didn’t want you shaking the box.”
Lyra nodded her head slowly, She turned her attention to the Pokégear she was holding.
“Thanks, bro, for the Pokégear. It’s really awesome, I’m going to be the coolest kid on the block now.”
Ethan took out his own(older and less awesome) Pokégear “We can be the coolest kids on the block together.”
“Sweet,” Lyra replied, and high-fived Ethan.
They laughed for a little bit before calming down. “So you’re probably going to want my number then, right?” Ethan said, copping a seat on the floor against the wall of the lab
“Dumb question, but yeah,” Lyra said, joining him.
“Can I see your phone for a sec?”
“Sure.” Lyra handed him her new phone, in which Ethan began to enter his number.
“Speaking of which, what service am I on?”
“J-PHONE.”
“J-PHONE? Really? That service sucks balls.”
Ethan rolled his eyes, “You can switch to a different carrier if you want, I’m still not paying for it.”
“Still?”
“Yes, Lyra, still.” Ethan handed her the phone. “Think of this as my incentive of trying to make you pay for your own stuff.”
“What?” Lyra knitted her eyebrows. “But why?”
“Why?” Ethan gave her one of his signature “I’m really fucking serious about this, Lyra” faces. “Because today is your seventeenth birthday and you can’t keep mooching off of me forever, I am not made of money.”
“But your Dad is,” Lyra mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing!” Lyra covered herself up. “Just…” She sighed and looked down at the odd looking piece of technology. “I guess that means I’m going to have to get a job then right?”
“That movie rental store that I worked at is hiring,” Ethan smiled sincerely.
“Right.” She smiled weakly. “Maybe a job wouldn’t be that bad, right?”
“It really isn’t that bad,” Ethan remarked.
“Heh, okay I guess I w-”
“Hello you two!”
Ethan and Lyra stood back up and turned their attention to the scrawny man holding a small box that was walking down the stairs that went into the lab.
“Dr. Elm, hello!”
“Ah yes, nice to see you guys!” the professor said, setting
the box down on a lab table. Ethan and Lyra walked over there.
“Am I getting my Pokémon now?” Lyra said excitedly.
Elm raised an eyebrow. “Who says you're getting a Pokémon?”
“Oh, sorry I just thought-”
The professor smirked and opened the box. He took out three
Poké balls. Lyra began to screech.
“Ohmygosh, yes!” she screamed, right into Ethan’s ear.
“Not so loud!” Ethan whined, clasping his ear.
“Whoops, sorry dude.” She apologized before returning her attention to the professor.
“These guys are getting a bit too rambunctious for the lab. Ethan can back me up on this,” Elm stated. Ethan nodded his head in agreement.
“So I’m allowing you two to take one of these guys,” the professor continued. “I’m sure your Pokémon would like a friend wouldn’t they?”
“Me too?” Ethan said, surprised.
“Sure! You’ve been a loyal employee for a couple years, why not?”
Lyra turned to her friend and jumped up and down “Dude, we're getting free Pokémon!”
“Okay,” The professor turned his attention to the Poke Balls sitting on the table. “Lyra gets first pick.”
“I’ll take this guy!” Lyra exclaimed, grabbing for the Poke Ball with a fire sticker on it.
“Ah, so you want the Cyndaquil?” Elm nodded “Cyndaquil require patience to train, but I don’t think that really applies to you, since you’re not a trainer.”
“Yeah, cool.” Lyra ignored the professor and tossed the Poke Ball in the air, releasing a green and yellow porcupine-like Pokémon. Lyra walked up to her new Pokémon.
“Hey there little guy!” she said, while crouching down and meeting the Pokémon at its height. “I’m Lyra! How do you feel about the name Ki-”
The little Pokémon ignored Lyra and walked over to one of the other lab benches.
“Uh, Kiwi? What are you-”
As she said that, the little porcupine released a mini-Ember attack on the lab table, and set it on fire.
“Oh my god,” Lyra screamed “What are you doing!?”
The professor and Ethan looked at each other, and looked back at the burning table. They seemed used to it by now.
“I got this,” Ethan assured Lyra. He grabbed the Pokeball with a raindrop sticker and threw it up in the air. “Totodile, Water Gun.”
The Poke Ball dropped on the ground and released a small blue alligator.
The alligator listened to the boy’s command and released a small spray of water onto the burning table, putting it out.
The Cyndaquil pouted, his work had been undone again thanks to the Totodile. Life was tough for a pyromaniac with a Water-type Pokémon around.
And figuring that that boy adored that Totodile, he was sure he was going to choose her, meaning that she wasn’t going to be out of his hair.
Yet.
A tiny girl with brown hair grabbed the present off the counter and wildly began to shake it.
“Lyra! Please don’t... do that,” said a tall boy with black hair who rolled his eyes and grabbed the girls present out of her hands “Your birthday present was extremely expensive.”
“Rude,” The girl narrowed her eyebrows.
“Well fine then, break your gift. I’m not buying you a new one.” He said, handing the present back to her
Lyra snorted and started to tear off the paper.
“Ohmygosh- Ethan! You got me Pokégear?”
She ripped open the box and revealed the small mobile phone.
“In Atomic Purple too, you can see all the wires and shit!”
Lyra looked back up to Ethan “These things go for at least twenty thousand yen.”
“And now you understand why I didn’t want you shaking the box.”
Lyra nodded her head slowly, She turned her attention to the Pokégear she was holding.
“Thanks, bro, for the Pokégear. It’s really awesome, I’m going to be the coolest kid on the block now.”
Ethan took out his own(older and less awesome) Pokégear “We can be the coolest kids on the block together.”
“Sweet,” Lyra replied, and high-fived Ethan.
They laughed for a little bit before calming down. “So you’re probably going to want my number then, right?” Ethan said, copping a seat on the floor against the wall of the lab
“Dumb question, but yeah,” Lyra said, joining him.
“Can I see your phone for a sec?”
“Sure.” Lyra handed him her new phone, in which Ethan began to enter his number.
“Speaking of which, what service am I on?”
“J-PHONE.”
“J-PHONE? Really? That service sucks balls.”
Ethan rolled his eyes, “You can switch to a different carrier if you want, I’m still not paying for it.”
“Still?”
“Yes, Lyra, still.” Ethan handed her the phone. “Think of this as my incentive of trying to make you pay for your own stuff.”
“What?” Lyra knitted her eyebrows. “But why?”
“Why?” Ethan gave her one of his signature “I’m really fucking serious about this, Lyra” faces. “Because today is your seventeenth birthday and you can’t keep mooching off of me forever, I am not made of money.”
“But your Dad is,” Lyra mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing!” Lyra covered herself up. “Just…” She sighed and looked down at the odd looking piece of technology. “I guess that means I’m going to have to get a job then right?”
“That movie rental store that I worked at is hiring,” Ethan smiled sincerely.
“Right.” She smiled weakly. “Maybe a job wouldn’t be that bad, right?”
“It really isn’t that bad,” Ethan remarked.
“Heh, okay I guess I w-”
“Hello you two!”
Ethan and Lyra stood back up and turned their attention to the scrawny man holding a small box that was walking down the stairs that went into the lab.
“Dr. Elm, hello!”
“Ah yes, nice to see you guys!” the professor said, setting
the box down on a lab table. Ethan and Lyra walked over there.
“Am I getting my Pokémon now?” Lyra said excitedly.
Elm raised an eyebrow. “Who says you're getting a Pokémon?”
“Oh, sorry I just thought-”
The professor smirked and opened the box. He took out three
Poké balls. Lyra began to screech.
“Ohmygosh, yes!” she screamed, right into Ethan’s ear.
“Not so loud!” Ethan whined, clasping his ear.
“Whoops, sorry dude.” She apologized before returning her attention to the professor.
“These guys are getting a bit too rambunctious for the lab. Ethan can back me up on this,” Elm stated. Ethan nodded his head in agreement.
“So I’m allowing you two to take one of these guys,” the professor continued. “I’m sure your Pokémon would like a friend wouldn’t they?”
“Me too?” Ethan said, surprised.
“Sure! You’ve been a loyal employee for a couple years, why not?”
Lyra turned to her friend and jumped up and down “Dude, we're getting free Pokémon!”
“Okay,” The professor turned his attention to the Poke Balls sitting on the table. “Lyra gets first pick.”
“I’ll take this guy!” Lyra exclaimed, grabbing for the Poke Ball with a fire sticker on it.
“Ah, so you want the Cyndaquil?” Elm nodded “Cyndaquil require patience to train, but I don’t think that really applies to you, since you’re not a trainer.”
“Yeah, cool.” Lyra ignored the professor and tossed the Poke Ball in the air, releasing a green and yellow porcupine-like Pokémon. Lyra walked up to her new Pokémon.
“Hey there little guy!” she said, while crouching down and meeting the Pokémon at its height. “I’m Lyra! How do you feel about the name Ki-”
The little Pokémon ignored Lyra and walked over to one of the other lab benches.
“Uh, Kiwi? What are you-”
As she said that, the little porcupine released a mini-Ember attack on the lab table, and set it on fire.
“Oh my god,” Lyra screamed “What are you doing!?”
The professor and Ethan looked at each other, and looked back at the burning table. They seemed used to it by now.
“I got this,” Ethan assured Lyra. He grabbed the Pokeball with a raindrop sticker and threw it up in the air. “Totodile, Water Gun.”
The Poke Ball dropped on the ground and released a small blue alligator.
The alligator listened to the boy’s command and released a small spray of water onto the burning table, putting it out.
The Cyndaquil pouted, his work had been undone again thanks to the Totodile. Life was tough for a pyromaniac with a Water-type Pokémon around.
And figuring that that boy adored that Totodile, he was sure he was going to choose her, meaning that she wasn’t going to be out of his hair.
Yet.
**
You know, in retrospect I probably should've told her more about that Cyndaquil.
Like tell her, “If Dr. Elm ever gives you a choice between the Cyndaquil or the Chikorita, choose the Chikorita. Because, sure he’s dumb as bricks, but at least he isn’t crazy.”
Granted, Kiwi’s is a lot less reckless now days, he’s fully evolved and has a family now. He still hates me though and will sometimes set my hair on fire because he’s still a fucking douche like that.
And Lyra still doesn’t do anything about it.
Like tell her, “If Dr. Elm ever gives you a choice between the Cyndaquil or the Chikorita, choose the Chikorita. Because, sure he’s dumb as bricks, but at least he isn’t crazy.”
Granted, Kiwi’s is a lot less reckless now days, he’s fully evolved and has a family now. He still hates me though and will sometimes set my hair on fire because he’s still a fucking douche like that.
And Lyra still doesn’t do anything about it.
**
“So Ethan, I’m guessing you’re taking the Totodile then. Correct?”
“Yeah.” The Totodile walked over to Ethan and climbed up onto his shoulder. “You’re cool with the name Aqua right?”
The Totodile nodded in agreement.
“Pfft, Aqua? Dude that’s a terrible name,” Lyra complained. Kiwi had latched onto the girl’s head, which made Ethan worry a bit.
“Why is it so bad?” he asked.
Lyra walked back over to where Ethan and the Professor were standing. “It sounds so stereotypical for a Water-type.” She smirked. “Plus as shitty as it sounds, I wouldn’t be surprised if some dumb evil team named themselves Team Aqua or something.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because then you’ll have two Pokémon named after evil teams.”
Ethan rolled his eyes “Yes, because what are the chances that of that happening?”
“Fifty bucks says it does.”
“Fine,” Ethan complied and they shook on it.
“You got mail!” A computer in the corner of the lab beeped.
“Ooooh!” The professor turned to the two teens, “This is really important! Sorry, I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, and he ran over to the computer.
The two stood there awkwardly before Ethan spoke up.
“Hey Lyra?”
“Yeah?”
Ethan sighed. “I think you should take Kiwi off your head.”
“Why, though?” she asked. “He seems to like it.” She reached for her new Pokémon and began to pet him.
“Fine then,” Ethan huffed. “Burn your hair off, see if I care.”
Lyra shrugged. “Whatever, I think I’ll be alright. He can’t be that bad.”
Ethan suppressed a laugh; she didn’t know what that Pokémon was capable of.
“Anyway, I can’t wait for you to meet Strawberry! He’s my Zubat.”
The Cyndaquil jumped at the word “Zubat.”
“Noooo! Don’t be like that! He doesn’t drink blood, he hates it!” she said as she picked up the poor, scared Fire Pokémon off her head.
“Alright!” the professor exclaimed as he walked back over from his desk. “So Ethan, I need you to run an errand for me.”
“Sure, where to?”
“Mr. Pokémon’s house, He has something for me and I can’t run out right now.” He gestured to his desk which was filled with papers and books. “I’m pretty busy right now.”
“Alright, no problem.” Ethan saluted the professor off and turned on his heel towards the door. “See you guys later.”
“Hey wait, I want to come!” Lyra exclaimed, running toward the door with Ethan.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack.
What could possibly go wrong?
“Yeah.” The Totodile walked over to Ethan and climbed up onto his shoulder. “You’re cool with the name Aqua right?”
The Totodile nodded in agreement.
“Pfft, Aqua? Dude that’s a terrible name,” Lyra complained. Kiwi had latched onto the girl’s head, which made Ethan worry a bit.
“Why is it so bad?” he asked.
Lyra walked back over to where Ethan and the Professor were standing. “It sounds so stereotypical for a Water-type.” She smirked. “Plus as shitty as it sounds, I wouldn’t be surprised if some dumb evil team named themselves Team Aqua or something.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because then you’ll have two Pokémon named after evil teams.”
Ethan rolled his eyes “Yes, because what are the chances that of that happening?”
“Fifty bucks says it does.”
“Fine,” Ethan complied and they shook on it.
“You got mail!” A computer in the corner of the lab beeped.
“Ooooh!” The professor turned to the two teens, “This is really important! Sorry, I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, and he ran over to the computer.
The two stood there awkwardly before Ethan spoke up.
“Hey Lyra?”
“Yeah?”
Ethan sighed. “I think you should take Kiwi off your head.”
“Why, though?” she asked. “He seems to like it.” She reached for her new Pokémon and began to pet him.
“Fine then,” Ethan huffed. “Burn your hair off, see if I care.”
Lyra shrugged. “Whatever, I think I’ll be alright. He can’t be that bad.”
Ethan suppressed a laugh; she didn’t know what that Pokémon was capable of.
“Anyway, I can’t wait for you to meet Strawberry! He’s my Zubat.”
The Cyndaquil jumped at the word “Zubat.”
“Noooo! Don’t be like that! He doesn’t drink blood, he hates it!” she said as she picked up the poor, scared Fire Pokémon off her head.
“Alright!” the professor exclaimed as he walked back over from his desk. “So Ethan, I need you to run an errand for me.”
“Sure, where to?”
“Mr. Pokémon’s house, He has something for me and I can’t run out right now.” He gestured to his desk which was filled with papers and books. “I’m pretty busy right now.”
“Alright, no problem.” Ethan saluted the professor off and turned on his heel towards the door. “See you guys later.”
“Hey wait, I want to come!” Lyra exclaimed, running toward the door with Ethan.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack.
What could possibly go wrong?
**
So I needed to become a Pokémon Trainer, and how else could I become one?
Steal a Pokémon of course.
It was November and I was freezing my ass off for eight hours sitting in a tree, right outside the Elm Pokémon Research Lab.
As heists go, this wasn’t the longest one I’ve ever done. But jeez, was it boring, and I didn’t even get the Pokémon I wanted.
I was left with Chikorita; my prize for waiting too long to steal one of Dr. Elm’s rare baby Pokémon.
My plan was just walk into the lab, take the Pokémon and get out of there before the professor noticed, since was he was a pretty spacy guy probably wouldn’t notice me. He would figure it out later when he couldn’t find the Pokémon. But by then I would have been long gone and he would have no idea where the captor had gone.
It was flawless, I was going to pull the perfect heist.
I just had to wait for when the professor was busy with something, and not paying attention to the Chikorita’s Poke Ball sitting on the table.
And it was going to work, until Ethan and Lyra ruined everything.
Steal a Pokémon of course.
It was November and I was freezing my ass off for eight hours sitting in a tree, right outside the Elm Pokémon Research Lab.
As heists go, this wasn’t the longest one I’ve ever done. But jeez, was it boring, and I didn’t even get the Pokémon I wanted.
I was left with Chikorita; my prize for waiting too long to steal one of Dr. Elm’s rare baby Pokémon.
My plan was just walk into the lab, take the Pokémon and get out of there before the professor noticed, since was he was a pretty spacy guy probably wouldn’t notice me. He would figure it out later when he couldn’t find the Pokémon. But by then I would have been long gone and he would have no idea where the captor had gone.
It was flawless, I was going to pull the perfect heist.
I just had to wait for when the professor was busy with something, and not paying attention to the Chikorita’s Poke Ball sitting on the table.
And it was going to work, until Ethan and Lyra ruined everything.
**
Ethan and Lyra stepped outside the lab. The lab was located in New Bark, a tiny town located at the most eastern part of Johto, bordering the nearby Kanto region. The community was new, about ten years old at the time.
It wasn’t very well known, but it’s location around a forest made it a prime location for Pokémon Research.
“Ugh, it’s freezing out here,” Lyra complained as she pulled on her gloves.
“Well it is November, what were you expecting?” Ethan asked.
Lyra shrugged as she walked over with Ethan towards his van. She thought about taking out Kiwi and using him to warm herself up a bit, but after seeing what happened in the lab, she thought she should adhere to Ethan’s warning about the thing.
She looked over at the forest that was near the west side of the lab- the trees that were cut down when the town was being built were just starting to grow back- and then she noticed him.
Some guy, sitting in the largest tree of the mini forest that faced the west side of the building. He had this oddly colored red hair and looked somewhat built. He sat on a branch with binoculars and a bag of Cheetos that he was stuffing in his mouth.
“Ethan, who’s that guy?” Lyra asked Ethan, pointing to the boy sitting in the tree.
“Him? I don’t know, he’s been watching the lab for like two weeks now,” Ethan stated. “I’m guessing he’s going to try to steal one of Elm’s Pokémon and hasn’t gotten the nerve to do so yet.”
“So you’re not going to do anything about it?”
“Nah,” Ethan said. “We’ve known about him for a while and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know that. Also he’s probably not competent enough to pull it off.”
“Hmm,” she snapped her fingers “We should distract him somehow, it’ll be hilarious.”
Ethan nodded his head in agreement. “But how though?”
“Like this.” She climbed onto the roof of Ethan’s van and stood up. She cupped her hands and screamed over into the mini-forest:
“What’s up faggot, how are you doing?”
The boy jumped at Lyra’s yelling. He lost his balance on the branch and then fell over backwards out of the tree into some bushes.
“Hehe,” Lyra scrambled off of the van, where she was promptly high-fived by Ethan.
“Nice one,” he commented.
“Thanks,” she replied climbing into the front seat while Ethan walked around the front, taking the front seat.
They drove off onto route 29, laughing as the red-headed boy got out of the bushes and brushed himself off. “Well, you’re...uhm, jackasses!” He yelled back, knowing they couldn’t hear him, but it felt good anyway.
He shook his head and sighed. So they knew he was there the entire time then? That’s wonderful, two weeks of sitting in that tree for nothing.
The thing about this boy, Ethan and Lyra would learn much later the hard way, was that he was very impulsive, and never exactly thought through his plans. What he thought was a good idea at the time would later hurt him and others in the long run.
“You know what, I’ve waited way too long for this.” He pulled a handgun out of his jacket and marched up to the door.
It’s about damn time he got his Pokémon.
It wasn’t very well known, but it’s location around a forest made it a prime location for Pokémon Research.
“Ugh, it’s freezing out here,” Lyra complained as she pulled on her gloves.
“Well it is November, what were you expecting?” Ethan asked.
Lyra shrugged as she walked over with Ethan towards his van. She thought about taking out Kiwi and using him to warm herself up a bit, but after seeing what happened in the lab, she thought she should adhere to Ethan’s warning about the thing.
She looked over at the forest that was near the west side of the lab- the trees that were cut down when the town was being built were just starting to grow back- and then she noticed him.
Some guy, sitting in the largest tree of the mini forest that faced the west side of the building. He had this oddly colored red hair and looked somewhat built. He sat on a branch with binoculars and a bag of Cheetos that he was stuffing in his mouth.
“Ethan, who’s that guy?” Lyra asked Ethan, pointing to the boy sitting in the tree.
“Him? I don’t know, he’s been watching the lab for like two weeks now,” Ethan stated. “I’m guessing he’s going to try to steal one of Elm’s Pokémon and hasn’t gotten the nerve to do so yet.”
“So you’re not going to do anything about it?”
“Nah,” Ethan said. “We’ve known about him for a while and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know that. Also he’s probably not competent enough to pull it off.”
“Hmm,” she snapped her fingers “We should distract him somehow, it’ll be hilarious.”
Ethan nodded his head in agreement. “But how though?”
“Like this.” She climbed onto the roof of Ethan’s van and stood up. She cupped her hands and screamed over into the mini-forest:
“What’s up faggot, how are you doing?”
The boy jumped at Lyra’s yelling. He lost his balance on the branch and then fell over backwards out of the tree into some bushes.
“Hehe,” Lyra scrambled off of the van, where she was promptly high-fived by Ethan.
“Nice one,” he commented.
“Thanks,” she replied climbing into the front seat while Ethan walked around the front, taking the front seat.
They drove off onto route 29, laughing as the red-headed boy got out of the bushes and brushed himself off. “Well, you’re...uhm, jackasses!” He yelled back, knowing they couldn’t hear him, but it felt good anyway.
He shook his head and sighed. So they knew he was there the entire time then? That’s wonderful, two weeks of sitting in that tree for nothing.
The thing about this boy, Ethan and Lyra would learn much later the hard way, was that he was very impulsive, and never exactly thought through his plans. What he thought was a good idea at the time would later hurt him and others in the long run.
“You know what, I’ve waited way too long for this.” He pulled a handgun out of his jacket and marched up to the door.
It’s about damn time he got his Pokémon.
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