I’ll begin by posting the few I’ve done already over the next while, and then I’ll allow people to suggest what Pokémon line I should involve in a drabble next. (If nobody suggests something I’ll just turn to a random number generator). I may include other topics later on as well, but Pokémon species will be the focus.
I rely on Microsoft Word’s ‘word count’ tool to ensure these are 100 words long, but do point out if you notice a discrepancy! Titles aren’t included in the word count.
These guys are going to be written up next! They may not appear in this order, for instance if I feel motivated to tackle another Pokemon first, but they will be done in the near future. If you have a Pokemon line you want to see me tackle, ask away!
Click the spoiler for a list of drabbles already written and posted! Pokemon are listed in alphabetical order, grouped by species and ordered by the first/base form's name (e.g. Pichu/Pikachu/Raichu come under 'Pi' rather than 'Rai'. So if you want Breloom, look under S for Shroomish.) Alternatively: use the search function in your browser!
Or just read them all and start by scrolling down. =p
The Scizor gazed at the others slicing through the air above the treetops. Before, he was one of the first ones there, impressing with twists and turns.
He breathed in and grunted, beating his steel wings together. They clunked and gnashed in protest, lifting him a few lame feet into the air before it became too much to sustain.
He cried out and threw a heavy limb at a tree, only to see his arm smash through the wood rather than slice it. The Scizor stared at his pincer a while. Eventually he nodded slowly, and lumbered towards another tree.
“Oh, this news is terrible!” cried the woman. When her husband only managed a small grunt, she decided to read the article aloud.
“A man in Kalos has been charged for exploiting Helioptile. Twenty-five Helioptile had been found attached to the roof, tied down by a series of power cords and rigged up to absorb sunlight and convert it into electricity to power the man’s home. They showed signs of exhaustion and dehydration...”
The husband burped loudly. “So? We use Magnemite to power our home.”
“Oh, don’t be barbaric!” she hissed. “They’re lizards. You can’t do mean things to lizards.”
It could scarcely believe its own luck. There it was, an overgrown lizard lying about on that rock in broad daylight! It never had seen one quite so big, nor of that colouration, but food was food.
The bird circled twice and then swooped, slicing through the air towards its target. Only then did it notice the sparks that danced around its target’s neck. Before it could change direction, it was engulfed by electricity. It shrieked and thudded into the dusty ground.
The Heliolisk yawned and looked at its fallen foe. Lunch, thought the lizard.
“Why are you so negative?” a Shroomish asked another. It bounced about anxiously as two young boys observed the pair. “There’s so much opportunity! And these trainers will feed us and take us on adventures!”
One child picked up the Shroomish and gave it a hug, causing spores to expel from the mushroom Pokémon. As they coated the human he sneezed, and then suddenly shrieked shrilly, dropped his finding and writhed about on the ground. His friend took a few uncertain steps backward before running off. The Pokémon wailed and hopped about the boy.
“You sure that’s a Fighting type?” another jeered. “It needs some real arms first. You need a Fighting Pokémon to join this Gym-”
“Then battle it,” retorted its owner. The group paused a moment before one nodded and summoned a brawny Machamp, muscles bulging from muscles. It opened with a flurry of punches, but the Breloom intercepted one of the flying limbs headfirst, ejecting spores over the Machamp. As it spluttered the Breloom struck through short, sharp jabs with arms that stretched impossibly. The Machamp crashed heavily, soundly defeated.
One after another, a gang of Mienfoo sprang into the air, trying to strike at a collection of bright, red berries dangling just out of reach. At length they retired for a break, pondering whether it was worth further effort.
Eventually one Mienfoo stepped up. She rubbed her hands together and sprinted breathlessly before leaping up high. The group watched as she flew through the air and narrowly missed.
She slid down the trunk and sighed, expecting to hear taunts and laughter. But only cheers came. She blinked and turned around, greeted by the sight of berries tumbling down.
She had heard about this wild Pokémon. It danced lightly upon the grass in front of her Pikachu, radiating a quiet power. What an addition it would make!
It suddenly lashed out and whacked her Pokémon with its arm. The mouse Pokémon cried and stumbled over. Before either trainer or partner could react it continued the assault, flowing from attack to attack by spinning gracefully into the next whipping motion.
“Stop!” she yelled. It responded by slapping her and bounding away into the bushes.
She rubbed her stinging face, gasped, and decided she didn’t want to capture the Mienshao anymore.
The girl excitedly clutched the capsule and grinned at her parents.
"My own Pokémon? For real?" she exclaimed.
"Sure thing, kiddo," her father replied. He kneeled down. "How about you open the Poké Ball and let it out? Press that button there," he instructed. The girl obliged and stared as her birthday present emerged.
Then she frowned.
“...What is that?” she asked.
“A Relicanth!” Her mother smiled.
“They’re really rare,” her father added, handing her a leash and collar. “Why don’t you take it for a walk?”
“It’s a fish,” she said. The Pokémon quietly waved a fin at her.
The next bunch are the first made on request! Bluewolfbat of FFnet wanted something specific about a Pikachu, but I wrote this instead. And naturally did something for the other two in its line as well. Not that happy about Raichu's one personally but oh well.
Also have a draft of Ponyta and need to think up something for Rapidash. After that it's anything else suggested or random number generator!
“What a weird looking Pichu!” one child remarked. She petted the quiet Pokémon carefully around the notched ear. “Is this normal?”
“Doubt it,” her friend replied with authority. “You saw Sami’s, right? Smaller ears.”
“Maybe it travelled with Celebi from another time?” She glanced at the nearby empty shrine. The Pichu sat upright.
“Don’t be silly, that’s legend-” She was cut off when the Pichu darted towards the shrine. “Hey!” They giggled and chased after the Pokémon. It rounded the corner and greeted the pixie that appeared.
“They know too much,” it hissed. The Celebi nodded and raised its arms.
The Pikachu squeezed through the window and landed inelegantly. It shivered and gazed back outside. Winter had arrived with little warning. The nearby tree rattled against the glass.
It suddenly heard footsteps approach. It eyed the bed and squirmed under the covers as the door opened.
“Here’s your room-oh, the window...” a woman muttered. More footsteps followed hers.
“Wouldn’t want that open overnight,” a man muttered as he plonked himself on the bed and the Pikachu. It squeaked and released a jolt. The man jumped off and shouted while the Pikachu darted straight back out the window.
“Right, Pikachu, you ready?” Ash yelled with a fist pump. His Pokémon nodded happily. “Alright!” He picked up the Thunderstone and tossed it at his Pokémon. It bounced off the Pikachu’s face.
“Oh. Uh... How do you use it?” He rubbed it in Pikachu’s face until his Pokémon irritably bit on the stone. Only then did it glow so much that Ash had to cover his eyes a moment before it was gone and his Pokémon now a larger, orange rodent.
“Great! Let’s go!” The Raichu forgot his weight and jumped up on his shoulder, causing Ash to fall over.
The farmhand squinted at the far side of the field. He covered his eyes from the sun and walked towards the intruder. Gradually he recognised it as a young Ponyta, and spied the gap in the fence it must have squirmed through. Suddenly it turned its head and stared at him with adolescent curiosity.
“Go on, get out,” he urged. “Back to your owners.” It brayed and bent its head to graze.
“No!” But the flames from its mane licked the turf and started spreading. The farmhand shook his head and summoned his Water type Pokémon.
They heard the sharp strikes of hooves bouncing upon the street well before recognising its confused whines for help.
“What did that fool teach now?” the man muttered. He tugged his son back against the wall. Soon a large horse with flames upon its back bounded into view, flailing its legs in protest with each flight. The man spied springs attached to its hooves which clinked as one against the bitumen.
“That, son, is why you won’t teach your Pokémon moves from that Tutor. Let them learn themselves.” The son nodded silently as they watched it Bounce toward the horizon.
I actually made two for Rapidash! I got the idea after finishing the first one and felt it was worth a go.
A few words
The sun was setting as the Pokémon Fan Club Chairman gazed toward his Pokémon. He murmured the words to his friend, the same he had told so many times before, to the visitors to his club, and his friends who had heard the description a myriad of times.
The words washed together. His cherished Rapidash heard how it was...cute... lovely... smart... adorable... irresistible... plus... amazing... (Don’t you think so? he thought.) Oh, so... wild... beautiful... kind... (I love you.) Warm and cuddly... spectacular...captivating...simply divine... I treasure you... (I’ll always treasure you.)
The man smiled, patted the tombstone and ambled away.
I would like to request for the Flabebe line (Flabebe/Floette/Florges) and/or the Ralts line (Ralts/Kirlia/Gallade/Gardevoir). :D
I'll try and tackle one or both of those lines then! I do have a couple other lines already requested however, so it may be a while before a get to those, is all.
“Hand in your homework,” the teacher announced. She involuntarily shuddered upon glimpsing Jason’s attempt.
“What,” she said slowly, “is that?”
“Bubbler made it!” He grinned at her and held out the splat of salt-smelling ink upon the unfortunate paper. The other children clutched their noses as Bubbler – the small Horsea Jason kept in the fishbowl on his desk – honked happily.
“This... You were meant to make the art piece, not your Pokémon.”
“We made it together,” Jason said firmly.
“Alright,” she grumbled, defeated. Bubbler shot a playful spray of water at her, electing laughter from the class.
Jimmy bounded on stage. He took a moment to take in the crowd before summoning his trio of Pokémon.
“Aww, they’re soooo CUTE!” one judge screeched.
The others next to her grimaced. “Begin,” one grunted.
The Seadra started with a good impersonation of a brass band. The audience began to groove to the rhythm before the first judge ‘cooed’ loudly. Her shrill tone startled one Seadra who violently sneezed, splattering ink over the stage and onto the judge. She shrieked and ran off screaming, while the remainder applauded.
She opened one sleepy eye. That was Clair, her trainer. Normally training wasn’t this early. She yawned and made her way towards the water’s surface. It took a moment for her to reach Clair.
She beamed at her. “What do you think?” She twirled, an action most unlike Clair which threw off her Pokémon. It took another moment for the Kingdra to register her clothing. The blue dress and headpiece resembled... her. She snorted, accidentally spat out a blot of ink, and chuckled.
Clair put her hands on her hips. “What, don’t you like it?”
“C’mon, they’re good for you!” the trainer pleaded. He got knelt and offered the remaining dinner contents to his Marshtomp. It backed up into the corner and moaned, shaking slightly for good measure as it ignored its trainer’s coaxing.
His roommate looked up from his book. “I told you not to use him in the Grass-type Gym after he evolved,” he berated. “You probably scared him off plants for life now.”
The trainer persisted. “Look, they’re tasty!” He took a bite from one before violently spitting it out.
“It’s Pokéfood, not people food.” He turned back to his reading. “Idiot.”
It hadn’t even a moment to take in his surroundings when he felt the energy behind him. He turned and saw his trainer grin, toss him a stone, and place a hand on his bracelet.
The Swampert nodded back and allowed the stone’s light to consume his body. His arms and fins grew until the light burst away to unmask his transformation. He let loose a roar and looked for his opponent, only to face a lone boulder.
“Yeah, could you please move that?” the trainer asked. Swampert slowly turned back and glared. “What? I thought the muscles would help!”
Here's the first set of legendary Pokemon drabbles! I wrote these for a prompt for the PC FF&W Holiday Prompt event, even if the prompt could only possibly fit one of them (I'll post what that was after the last of these). And it kinda fits the FFQ prompt over on sppf as well, so there's that too!
Back to the requested list afterward, but given time constraints (prompt deadline), this had to be posted now (Christmas Eve over here!)
It was already there, waiting for them. It knew better than they when Winter had begun.
But now it could celebrate. It skated to the centre of the clearing and twirled. A cold wind began to generate from its body, coating the ground in ice. Soon a makeshift ice rink had formed. A few children giggled and leapt onto the icy creation, only to promptly fall over.
The Regice continued, caught up in its celebratory dance. Soon a thick blanket of snow had engulfed the hills, enough for a small snowman army, or a snowball fight.