The Life Of A Gengar (One Shot)

Started by Blazemxx June 10th, 2006 7:40 PM
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Age 30
New York
Seen October 24th, 2008
Posted March 31st, 2007
87 posts
17 Years
Read this story, from a harsh life of a Gengar, through the eyes of one. PG, as it contains minor violence.

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The Life of a Gengar

An amethyst Pokémon was walking on the streets, grinning, surrounded by small, graffiti sprayed walls. The smiling Pokémon was accompanied by lavender, hovering gaseous Pokémon. And a round two headed Pokémon. “Gar, gar!” it ordered. The gaseous ghosts began to lick the walls, making red saliva tattooed to the brick hedge.

Living on the streets is not as difficult as you think it is. I do not know where to start; nevertheless it is moderately amusing and challenging. I guess I should first tell you the story, of a poor, abandoned, purple shadow Pokémon. It all started when my trainer threw me out…

I just lost a tournament battle in opposition to a Vigoroth. I was bruised from being a victim to multiple attacks. “ **** you Gengar!” started an undersized, undernourished young man. He brushed his combed, bright blond hair. His eyebrows were pressed down in antagonism. “ You keep making me lost battle after battle. I tell you to do a Dream Eater on a stupid awake Pokémon. What happens? It doesn’t work. You better win me a battle before I throw you out!”

That is my retarded, spoiled trainer, Anthony. He has horrible judgment and makes me stupid moves. At the time, all I could do is listen to my master. His prosperous parents bought me at an exotic Pokémon shop, when I was a petit, floating Gastly. If I did not, he will make me suffer all day, by starving me.

“ Now get ready for the next freaking match!” he ordered me. He stormed out of the room. The stupid blonde forgot to take his red and white PokéBalls with him, which he left on a brown, wooden table. Inside contained my only friends, his other, mature Pokémon, with the burden of being owned by a spoiled, foolish trainer. I levitated up and pressed a button centered at the middle. It released a laser, materializing into a lavender, two-headed Pokémon. It looked like Siamese child, with two infused heads, one smaller than the other. Both heads had gray, skull and crossbones on them. Green gas was pushed out of the mouth.

“ Weezing!” it wheezed. It had a depressed voice, seemed to be unhealthy. It started speaking to me. “ What happened to you?” it asked while coughing.

“ Anthony.” I started speaking. “ His judgement made me lose…” my voice started to crack. Tears trickled downward from my glowing crimson eyes, which landed on the uncontaminated, cerulean floor.

“ Ooh,” my friend started while wheezing. “ I am gonna tell your girlfriend, and she ain’t gonna respect you!” He coughed and blew gas out of his mouth. “ Wheeze.”

“ Please do not tell Missy!” I yelled frantically. “ She is going to hate me, and go out with my long time rival!” I started a determine look on my face. “ Weezing, I have an idea.” I started grinning evilly, flashing my immense, colorless teeth.
“ That toothy grin must mean you have something to break us out, right?” Weezing started to smile, showing its brown, broken teeth. “ What’s your god forsaken plan?”

I started speaking in an energized voice. “ Anthony said he going to throw us out if we lose, right?”

“ Right… I’m listening.” Weezing replied in a raspy voice. “ So then what?” He coughed and started to let out smoke.

“ Gosh, you are pretty slow.” I scolded. “ We just throw the next battle, right?” I started to jump up and down. “ Let’s get in a Pokémon battle with someone weak, and surrender right away.”

The door started creaking. A white sneaker stepped on the cerulean tiles. It seemed to be my former trainer, Anthony. “ Okay chumps. Wild card round, and it is a double battle.” The fool started speaking. “ Better win this, or you two can find yourselves without a home. Got it?”

Both of us nodded. I had a thought of pleasure on my mind, and somehow, I knew Weezing had it too. “ Gar!” I said excitedly.

Weezing sighed. “ I never saw someone so eager to lose.” He thought. “ Well I guess it will be a good thing… Anthony doesn’t even realize I am out, so he must be a irresponsible trainer.”

“ You understand.” The fool started. “Now, return, both of you.” He reached for the balls on the table. When he retrieved them, he proceeded with throwing the two red and white PokéBalls which both absorbed both of us. It was actually cool in one, for there is a habitat where I can play in. “ Stupid Pokémon. Once I win the prize money, I’ll just execute them.” Anthony thought.

Myself, using my telekinetic powers, made me an expert at eavesdropping overheard him. I put a worried look on my face, sweating. Weezing was probably calm because he never worries, usually because he is usually clueless.

As Anthony approached the stadium, an announcer with a very annoying, loud voice started speaking. “ This is the amorphous tournament wild card round.” He started speaking. “ This match is between two trainers, in a double battle style! In corner “A”, give a warm welcome to our trainer, Hunter! And in corner “B”, welcome the amateur trainer, Anthony! Well, Hunter, please send out your Pokémon!”

“ As you wish,” said a kid with gray hair, and a red blazer. “ Go, Banette and Muk!” he threw two red and white PokéBalls, each shooting out a white laser. The first ball released a dark gray voodoo doll, I think, and the other released a piece of ****. Both Pokémon roared.

Using telekinesis power, I communicated with Weezing. “ Weezing, you remember the plan, right?” I thought to him.

“It is now Anthony’s turn to send out his Pokémon!” started the announcer. “ Anthony, who do you choose?”

“ Go, Weezing and Gengar!” he said cockily, as he threw red and white PokéBalls, which materialized to form Weezing and me. Weezing confidently nodded at me, rotating its head downward.

“ Begin the battle!” announced the broadcaster. He smiled in home of a great battle, as if it was mere entertainment.

I started off by looking at my trainer. I pointed directly behind him, forcing him to look backwards. This distraction gave Weezing and I the chance to fly away. “ Weezing, use Sludge Bomb on the ceiling. This way, we can fly out.” I spoke to him loudly, this time physically, not mentally.

“ Sure thing, pal!” he exclaimed proudly. His throat started to throb, making his round head bigger and bigger. When it almost exploded, he released purple sludge that beamed towards the ceiling. Since it was pure acid, the ceiling melted, forcing a sloppy hole, big enough to let us fly out. I started to jump up with Weezing, flying directly at the hole.

“ What the ****?” said my former trainer in an agitated voice.. “ Come back, you idiots!” He stomped on the floor, steaming.

“ Well, I guess Anthony is disqualified.” Announced the presenter. “ This match goes in Hunter’s favor!” The crowd started booing us, but we did not care. Isn’t it ironic that they say boo, but we are supposed to? Sorry, I am going a tad off topic here. You are not going to believe what happens next. While flying through the streets of New York City, I was reacquainted with a familiar Pokémon. It was standing upright, with one crimson beady eye.

“ Dusclops, Dusk.” It chanted in a deep voice, almost intimidating. “ I see we meet again, old rival…” another ghost Pokémon was behind it. I was shocked.

“ Missy!” I yelled frantically. “ What are you doing here?” It was my old girl friend, a Misdreavus.

“ Miss, Miss…” it whispered in a depressed voice. “ After you were captured by poachers, I was left alone…”

“ Should I tell her you lost in a battle?” mumbled Weezing to me. “ Or should I keep it to myself?

“ Keep it to your self.” I started in an irritated voice. “ Missy, what happened? Why are you with Dusclops?”

“ Well,” Misdreavus said shyly. “ Gengy, remember when you were captured? I had no one else to turn to and was utterly being raped by numerous Banette.” Tears started trickling from here sapphire eyes, landing on her face. “ Dusclops took me in…”

“ No,” I said in a frighten voice. “ This can’t be true.” I was enraged, with my eyes pressed down.

“ It is true.” Dusclops said ominously. “ I took her in and protected her. Gengy, I see you never changed since we were little ghost Pokémon. I was a Duskull. You were a pathetic Gastly…”

“ Enough talk!” I said passionately. “ Why don’t we battle for Missy’s love?” I blurted out a challenge, enraged by Dusclops’ insults.

“ Heheh.” Weezing started to smile in enjoyment. “ This should be good. I will watch this brawl. Good luck Gengar!”

“ Just a regular street fight?” Dusclops chuckled. “ Sure. We will battle. Let’s go.” With his gray hands, he picked up a nearby steel pole from a dumpster, throwing it at Gengar. Gengar used its shadowy powers, forcing it to easily dodge.

“ Heheh. Steel Pole!” Weezing laughed hysterically, as he started coughing. “ This looks like a real street fight!”

“ I see you are back to your old tricks, Dusclops…” I yelled cockily, as I picked up a garbage can. Dusclops looked at me with its one eye, eerily. It was trying to trick me, but knowing him for a long time, I knew when to predict him. “ I hope you like old garbage!” I yelled as I threw the garbage can at him. Surprisingly, it hit him, making him land right in front of Missy.

With a worried look, Missy started to cry. With its head, it nudged Dusclops in a worried way. “ Clops, wake up!” she yelled frantically.

“ Come back to me!” I yelled to her. She started running to me, as I opened my arms in a widespread motion.

“ Sorry, Gengy.” She started. “ I will always love you. I will always cherish you. But Dusclops needs help. I am sorry.”

My mouth dropped wide open as she kissed my good bye. I walked over to Weezing.

“ Well, you can’t have them all!” said Weezing optimistically. “ Right Gengar?”

“ I thought she loved me.” I yelled as my voice cracked. “ She still does, but she cares for someone else.”

“ Look on the bright side, man!” Weezing coughed. “ We are free from the ******* Anthony. “ Plus, she also gave you this!” He dropped a purple tag that had small inscriptions.

I picked it up. “ I will always remember you…” I read to myself. I held the necklace close to my chest.

So that is my story. Now, I hang out with Weezing, and it has never been better. Also, I have a new girlfriend. Her name is, Dreavy. Well, I now hang out with Weezing, and is engage with Dreavy. I hope you learn from my story. The moral is: Girls can ALWAYS be bimbos.
PA
Seen September 15th, 2017
Posted June 18th, 2008
117 posts
17.9 Years
The story was interesting, but your writing style's.... clumsy I think is thw word for it. Also, the ending is kind of.... well, it happsn too fast. The climactic street fight lasts like 2 paragraphs when you take out the text... and it's an overly-basic fight. Also, I noticed a couple grammar mistakes, although notihng serious.

It needs work but you did a pretty good job otherwise. Keep writing!

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PA
Seen September 15th, 2017
Posted June 18th, 2008
117 posts
17.9 Years
Well... there's no other way quite to say it. Somehow, when I read it the story didn't quite flow like it should. It may have been a lack of any contractions or something silly like that, but something about the pace seemed... clumsy. Argh! Maybe I'm just used to a specific speed or something. For now, you can ignore that comment and just work on my other critisisms.

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