Wow. You guys do not know how long I've had this in my mind, and I just started to write it. You. Do not. Know! Well, the plot is, I really have no idea. It's like Warrior Cats. The plot becomes clearer as you read. So, one more thing. The title is a play on something. It's really simple. whoever guesses right gets a cookie. Or a star. Whatever. Anyway, shall we begin with two chapters? Yes, I have that much free time!
Chapter One
It was a cold evening. Freezing rain fell right down to the ground, showing no mercy. And Robert missed his bus home. Perfect, just perfect. he thought. As he trudged down the street, he thought he saw something knock over a trash can. Must be my imagination. I need some rest. He continue walking without giving it any notice. Streetlights turned green, and then red, and signs flickered. This was just any normal day. Well, no day was normal for Rob. The thing was, he could talk to Pokemon. No one knew how it happened. It just happened. He became famous throughout the region, which happened to be Johto, and many people usually came to him. This was a hassle. Having others hand you the Pokemon to talk to them was the hard part. It was, although, fun to talk to the Pokemon. While Rob was stuck in his thoughts, he tripped. Looking back, he only saw a lump. It must have just been a trash bag, but it seemed to be moving. Maybe it was just the wind. He walked about three more feet before he heard someone, were they yelling? He whirled around to see that same lump, with fangs, fur, and glowing eyes. "Yaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" it screeched. All Rob could do was watch as it flew straight at him.
Chapter Two
It finally reached him. It dove in the last place you would think of. Into Robert's pocket. They both were fidgeting around, so any normal person would think they were dancing. "Get out of my pants, get out of my pants!" Rob was probably drawing attention, since a little girl stopped to look at him. Her mother shooed her away. Finally, the creature popped out of his pocket, and Rob could get a good look at it. it was small, maybe about one and a half or two feet tall. It was dark gray, with blue eyes. It had a bushy tail and a tuft of fur on its head, both tipped with red. So were its small paws. There was a large amount of fur around its neck. Most likely a male. And in his mouth was a cookie. That's right, a cookie. Oatmeal to be exact. "OK, shoo, shoo! Come on, get out, you've caused me enough trouble today." The thing had to be a Pokemon, because Rob could understand it. It spoke in a high pitched voice, but sort of low. It sounded like one of your average teenage males choking on a peanut, and we'll leave it at that. "Well, I don't know who you are, but I must ask you, where did you get this delightful thing?" "It's called a cookie, and I have plenty more in my house." Rob thought quickly and added, "Don't get any ideas and follow me there, you need a key." The Pokemon nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, interesting, but I've got to go, goodbye!" and it ran into the shadows. Rob just walked towards his house. He could care less about the cookies. But the Pokemon, what kind was it? Pushing the thought aside, he opened the door and slammed it quickly behind him. He wasn't about to be outsmarted. His house, it was your normal house. The main floor, upstairs, and a basement. It was in the quiet town of Ecruteak, although he managed to hear loud noises where he lived. As he walked through, he was ready to collapse on the couch and watch the Pokéathlon. But a horrible sight stopped him in his tracks. His living room was literally torn apart. Two pillows on the couch were torn. The table was scratched up. Half the carpet had been cut like grass. and guess who was in the center of it all? The Pokemon he saw earlier that day, with a half innocent, half proud look on his face.
It was a cold evening. Freezing rain fell right down to the ground, showing no mercy. And Robert missed his bus home. Perfect, just perfect. he thought. As he trudged down the street, he thought he saw something knock over a trash can. Must be my imagination. I need some rest. He continue walking without giving it any notice. Streetlights turned green, and then red, and signs flickered. This was just any normal day. Well, no day was normal for Rob. The thing was, he could talk to Pokemon. No one knew how it happened. It just happened. He became famous throughout the region, which happened to be Johto, and many people usually came to him. This was a hassle. Having others hand you the Pokemon to talk to them was the hard part. It was, although, fun to talk to the Pokemon. While Rob was stuck in his thoughts, he tripped. Looking back, he only saw a lump. It must have just been a trash bag, but it seemed to be moving. Maybe it was just the wind. He walked about three more feet before he heard someone, were they yelling? He whirled around to see that same lump, with fangs, fur, and glowing eyes. "Yaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" it screeched. All Rob could do was watch as it flew straight at him.
Chapter Two
It finally reached him. It dove in the last place you would think of. Into Robert's pocket. They both were fidgeting around, so any normal person would think they were dancing. "Get out of my pants, get out of my pants!" Rob was probably drawing attention, since a little girl stopped to look at him. Her mother shooed her away. Finally, the creature popped out of his pocket, and Rob could get a good look at it. it was small, maybe about one and a half or two feet tall. It was dark gray, with blue eyes. It had a bushy tail and a tuft of fur on its head, both tipped with red. So were its small paws. There was a large amount of fur around its neck. Most likely a male. And in his mouth was a cookie. That's right, a cookie. Oatmeal to be exact. "OK, shoo, shoo! Come on, get out, you've caused me enough trouble today." The thing had to be a Pokemon, because Rob could understand it. It spoke in a high pitched voice, but sort of low. It sounded like one of your average teenage males choking on a peanut, and we'll leave it at that. "Well, I don't know who you are, but I must ask you, where did you get this delightful thing?" "It's called a cookie, and I have plenty more in my house." Rob thought quickly and added, "Don't get any ideas and follow me there, you need a key." The Pokemon nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, interesting, but I've got to go, goodbye!" and it ran into the shadows. Rob just walked towards his house. He could care less about the cookies. But the Pokemon, what kind was it? Pushing the thought aside, he opened the door and slammed it quickly behind him. He wasn't about to be outsmarted. His house, it was your normal house. The main floor, upstairs, and a basement. It was in the quiet town of Ecruteak, although he managed to hear loud noises where he lived. As he walked through, he was ready to collapse on the couch and watch the Pokéathlon. But a horrible sight stopped him in his tracks. His living room was literally torn apart. Two pillows on the couch were torn. The table was scratched up. Half the carpet had been cut like grass. and guess who was in the center of it all? The Pokemon he saw earlier that day, with a half innocent, half proud look on his face.