Chase That ~

[Sammi-chan]

Here, I present this horrendous fiction of comedy and randomness to audiences of all ages- An odd tale of a naive Torchic who wants to travel around this vast world of ours, and meets other Pokemon of all sizes and shapes, colours and shades, on her adventurous journey through the peaceful fields, eerie caves, and raged seas.

The tale of friendship and courage, co-operation and the will for dreams to come true(because they do)- with a twist of electric alcohol.

[!important!]Rated G. alcohol is only here NOT because I encourage it- Young ones, you shouldn't be having any of this. It however, is G rated because you do see alcohol in G movies like 102 Dalmations- the wine in Cruella De Vil's house. There is also smoking, but you see it in cartoons a lot. I encourage you not to smoke, for the sake of your health. Be warned![/!important!]

Anyhow, I here by present..!

Chase That (Because Dreams Come True)​

x x x x x P R O L O G U E :: Door to Heaven

I sighed heavily, bored, sitting around in a laboratory as a raged(from a Mudkip eating his pancake) and random Treeko, a green gecko like Pokemon with an odd, curved tail and a butt-like head, and Mudkip, a mudfish that was blue with orange spikes coming out of its cheeks and a weird radar sticking stupidly out of its head, flew around crazily, bonking and whacking each other's head, knocking down the pinkish cherry wood tables, flinging the old and dusty books about Pokemon, probably encyclopedias judging by the size, out of the pure white book shelves, and breaking grey clay plant pots, spilling the chocolate brown dirt that reeked of well... Dirt, on the floor, making the poor little plant fall out aswell. Staff at the laboratory were yelling furiously of of fear as their high-tech computers, worth thousands, and different coloured coffee mugs were smashed apart by the two wild ones, making swirling streams of sparkling, shimmering coffee mized with the shards of shattered glass, as well as shards of whatever material the coffee mugs were made of, spinning and flying around gracefully, splattering ungracefully onto other random beings, making those beings flail around helplessly as the coffee burnt their flesh, furniture, and of course; the floor, which was plain and grey, dull, with no shine, and was tile, which was burning hot from the boiling coffee. It didn't bug me, really. I'm used to this hot temperature.

Staring blankly, dazed, out the shining window to see the wonderful cloudless deep blue sky, I inhaled the fresh, earthy scent of the murderous coffee, feeling slightly more relaxed by the calm, warming and murderous scent, perhaps with a hint, or perhaps a blast of sugar in it, as well as good old, perhaps gone bad, milk. The sun was blazing, blinding, and killing my adorable black eyes.

Two naive little twin boys on their outrageously bright red bikes passed by, their little bike baskets filled with my absolute most favorite food. Oh, how the soft, fresh, juicy and awesomely sweet Pecha berries made me want to drool on the blazing hot, coffee stained floor... The soft, fleshy tone of pink the berries were as themselves made them even more appealing! If only I could have some... Just one would even be great! After a few seconds after the kids passed by, my dreamy thoughts of my mouth making out with a basket of Pecha berries were interrupted a bunch of loud, rumbling growling and then a loud crash, like the thunderous roar of Raikou, and then people screaming "HELPMEHELPMEHELP" stupidly, and rumbling of possible bloody flailing of arms. I suppose it was their fault for going into the awful, not vast and dreaded Poochyena territory of idioticness, also known as the bloodied quarter-acre or doomfulness, just south of the laboratory of doom.

Me? Oh, how rude. I haven't even introduced myself to you. I though it'd be sort of obvious, who I was, upon mentioning the insane, raged Treeko and Mudkip, who are raged from Treeko not having his pancake since Mudkip ate it. I'm an unimportant, nameless, pathetic and weak Torchic. A cute little chicky-wicky that's orange with yellow wings and a yellow crowny thing on my head. Ahh, I remember the stupid, arrogant, know-it-all professor who's face looks like a Slaking's butt telling me I, of all Pokemon was nameless and I won't have a name until I get a Trainer. He said that I might get a name. It depends if the trainer wants to call me by the name of my species; Torchic. That stupid guy- I think Birch was what the people called him around here. What a stupid name. I decided not listen to that rat bag who from what I read on the newspaper, wanted to date professor Oak one unheavenly night, and give myself a name; Chiisa. My two friends, the gecko and the mudfish are Geketta and Mikasa. They named themselves too. They were pathetic copycats that copied me, for Pete's sake...

They are the crazy ones. Or maybe I'm the insane one. I'm usually cheerful and happy, but ever since last week, I've been so bored. They say that today, I will get a trainer. I knew I'd be the first to be picked, since I was cute and all, but I was kind of scared of being picked. They told me that she was a clumsy idiot who only wanted a Pokemon so she could... Well, to be honest, I have no idea. She wasn't going to make me her life-long slave now was she..? Anyhow, she had a little brother that was quite the nerd, with big, gaping glasses and such.

I sat there, my thoughts plain, just when the door slammed open, killing my poor ears, and a pretty brunette with odd Growlithe ear-like hair, wearing a red and white bandana and a fanny pack, as well as a matching red, white and black outfit that looked way too tight and hard to move around in. A little boy with black hair, big glasses, sandy brown shorts and a nerdy green shirt was trailing behind her. I think that was her and her little brother.

Uh-oh... That means... I was cut off by random horrid screaming and squealing.

"OHHH! IT'S SO CUTE!" The weird psycho girl squealed at me psychopathically, picking me up and squishing my body that was now dying, in a hug. "I'm gonna name you Petunia! That is like, thest best name ever! Oh! MY! G-O-D!!"

I felt like my lungs and organs were going to be popping out quite soon, honestly. The pain of the deadly, affectionate hug, which was supposed to be absolutely harmless, and how utterly horrible the name that she gave me was. She put me down and then hastily got a cute little pink ribbon out of her orange-yellow fanny pack, and then tied it to my crowny watchamacallit. Oh, I probably looked so cute! Cuch a cute ribbon! Then she picked my up again, and I desperately tried to squirm out of her grip.

"Oh look!" She exclaimed, murdering me with every passing qaurter of a second. "It's dancing!"

Suddenly she dropped me onto the hot, coffee stained tile, and began to blabber randomly at her little brother. Apparently they were arguing, their heads bobbing up and down like Chatot feeding on birdseed, and their hair flailing around, along with their heads. I looked back at the little door in which they made their rude appearance into the lab and... Oh! It was open! Hopping Hoppip!

x x x x x E N D O F P R O L O G U E ::

I hereby present you a cup of murderous flesh burning coffee- Maxwell*, anyone? In a Maxwell Laboratory, instead of the ordinary, boring old Maxwell House?

*Maxwell is an annoying coffee brand I see on TV often.

Oh, bye the way... I'm holding chapter 1 hostage. I need at least two, good reviews with LOTS AND LOTS OF HARSH CRITISM. I don't want it all to be praise praise praise- I plan to get better at writing- I really need to improve my skills, they aren't good enough...