I've decided to write a new fanfic! This fanfic is probably unlike any other pokemon fanfic you've read before. (just warning you) This fanfic is about a girl who lives on a Pokemon ranch, and gets a mysterious Pokemon Egg........*insert creepy music here*
Anyways, Chapter One! Please review!
Chapter One
Life on the Ranch
Have you ever wondered where your starter pokémon come from? Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, etc.? Some of them are caught in the wild, but most of them are bred at pokémon ranches. They are something like daycare centers, except they do much more than just taking care of other people’s pokémon. Hi, my name’s Mandy, and I live on the biggest pokémon ranch in the world.
Well, the biggest part of a pokémon ranch is the pokémon (duh). We have a grand total of 100 pokémon on our ranch that we own, not counting the ones we raise temporarily for Trainers. We have: a herd of Tauros and Miltank, a herd of Tropius, a herding Poochyena (his name is Midnight), some Digletts and Dugtrios to help us out with fertilizing dirt, a male and female evolved form of each starter from each reigon and an Ambipom to help us out with picking berries (his name is Swifty).
Our ranch is so big that it takes up a small island north of Sinnoh. Trainers come from all around to give us their pokémon to help take care of them. Because there is so much pokémon, we have a couple hired hands to help us out in addition to my family, my dad, mom, and older brother, Justin.
My dad’s mostly the businessman. He negotiates with the Pokémon Professors who buy our starters and the supermarkets who buy milk from our Miltanks, fruit from our Tropius, and berries from our berry orchard. My mom works with everyone else.
I love life on the ranch. Even though it’s A LOT of work keeping all of the pokémon fed and healthy, it’s incredibly fun. I just love watching the sun setting over the berry orchard after a long day, or watching a pokémon hatching out of an Egg.
Pokémon are truly magical creatures. They can often tell how you’re feeling, and most of them can understand what you’re saying to them. I challenge anyone who thinks that pokémon are inferior and only to be used as tools to come to our ranch and work there for a week. You’ll soon see what I’m talking about.
Well, little did I know................big changes were soon to come to the ranch.
Sorry for the shortness. And I'm also sorry if it sucks, this is going to get so much better, I promise! :-D
Anyways, Chapter One! Please review!
Chapter One
Life on the Ranch
Have you ever wondered where your starter pokémon come from? Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, etc.? Some of them are caught in the wild, but most of them are bred at pokémon ranches. They are something like daycare centers, except they do much more than just taking care of other people’s pokémon. Hi, my name’s Mandy, and I live on the biggest pokémon ranch in the world.
Well, the biggest part of a pokémon ranch is the pokémon (duh). We have a grand total of 100 pokémon on our ranch that we own, not counting the ones we raise temporarily for Trainers. We have: a herd of Tauros and Miltank, a herd of Tropius, a herding Poochyena (his name is Midnight), some Digletts and Dugtrios to help us out with fertilizing dirt, a male and female evolved form of each starter from each reigon and an Ambipom to help us out with picking berries (his name is Swifty).
Our ranch is so big that it takes up a small island north of Sinnoh. Trainers come from all around to give us their pokémon to help take care of them. Because there is so much pokémon, we have a couple hired hands to help us out in addition to my family, my dad, mom, and older brother, Justin.
My dad’s mostly the businessman. He negotiates with the Pokémon Professors who buy our starters and the supermarkets who buy milk from our Miltanks, fruit from our Tropius, and berries from our berry orchard. My mom works with everyone else.
I love life on the ranch. Even though it’s A LOT of work keeping all of the pokémon fed and healthy, it’s incredibly fun. I just love watching the sun setting over the berry orchard after a long day, or watching a pokémon hatching out of an Egg.
Pokémon are truly magical creatures. They can often tell how you’re feeling, and most of them can understand what you’re saying to them. I challenge anyone who thinks that pokémon are inferior and only to be used as tools to come to our ranch and work there for a week. You’ll soon see what I’m talking about.
Well, little did I know................big changes were soon to come to the ranch.
Sorry for the shortness. And I'm also sorry if it sucks, this is going to get so much better, I promise! :-D
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