Sneasel, the Claw Pokemon. Sneasel scales trees by punching its hooked claws into the bark. This Pokemon seeks out unguarded nests and steals eggs for food while the parents are away.
There was more information but Micky couldn?t stand it?s voice any longer. Micky through the Pokedex back to Trip.
?Pidgeot, go!? Peter shouted. In a moment, Pidgeot shot away from Micky and landed on the battlefield.
??Gee-ot? he chirped.
?Pidgeot! Peck!? Peter shouted.
?Agility!? Trip ordered back. As Pidgeot flew in to poke Kneazy with his beak, the Sneasel leapt to her side. As Pidgeot flew in for another attempt, Kneazy scratched up some mud at flicked it into Pidgeot?s eyes, blinding him until he crashed into the ground. ?Slash!? Kneazy used her long claws to slice into the fallen Pidgeot?s right wing, removing several feathers. ?Fury Swipes!? Trip continued. Using both claws this time, Kneazy cut apart at her foe?s right wing again. Crying in pain, Pidgeot finally flew from the ground, his eyes finally clear enough for him to see where he was going.
?Pidgeot, Tackle!? Peter ordered. Right wing bleeding, Pidgeot flew head first towards the abdomen of his opponent. Again, Kneazy dodged the attack, letting Pidgeot miss.
?Kneazy, Shadow Ball!? Her eyes glinted just before they began to glow red. She made a sphere shape with her hand, creating a black ball as they past over, purple sparks shooting out of it as she sent it firing forward. It exploded on his neck, the purple sparks still remaining, jolting in and out of his neck. ?Now, Sword Dance!? Pidgeot was stunned, his body entering a state of paralysis as he fell to the ground. What looked like swords began clashing together around Kneazy, her eyes glinting at the same time. ?Finish him off with Slash!? Trip ordered.
?Feather Dance!? Peter shouted, much too late. Kneazy had already pounced on top of Pidgeot and had her right hand claws glinting high above her head. She used her left hand to move his head to the side and took aim on a large vein on his neck. Just before she slashed down on his neck, Peter returned his Pidgeot to his Pokeball, throwing another forward.
Out of this Pokeball popped something Micky was familiar with. This Pokemon was huge, looking like it could be ridden. He was six feet tall from his front legs to his head. His body was patterned with tiger stripes, although his actually boy shape was that of a dog. He had a long cr?me mane that moved in the wind like it were fire, stretching from the roof of his head down to in between his two fore legs. His entire face was of the same fur coat. The only change on his face from the fur coat was his ears, just like his body, an orange short fur. He had wolf-like eyes, the look of murder visible in them. He had a wet black nose, just like that of a normal dog. Around all four of his tiger like ankles was more of the flame like fur. His tail was very similar, though on a much larger scale. It stuck up in the air, six feet in the air just like his head, flopping down at the top. Unlike a tiger?s tail, it was much bushier, a huge lump of fur, more like a larger scale of a squirrel?s tail. He opened his mouth to roar ?Arcanine!? revealing a perfect set of teeth. Four major Canine?s sticking out above the others, all a clean white. His tongue stuck out, dripping saliva and sweat probably like other dogs, releasing his sweat by his tongue.
?Return Kneazy!? Trip said, knowing his Pokemon had a type disadvantage. Sneasel, agile as ever made her way to her master?s side in no time. ?Portal, go? he shouted, throwing a red and white orb forward. From within the Pokeball came something very unique. The Pokemon floated in the air, looking like a bunch of different pink and blue polygons put together, about two feet in length and one foot in height. His head was shaped like roughly, multiple sides to it with corners that appeared like they were tidied up with sand-paper. At the tip of his nose was a sky blue polygon, attached perfectly to the rest of his light pink head. He had two white eyes on either side of his head, tiny dots of black on each one. Instead of having a neck, his head was connected to his body by the tip of each polygon, the bottom of his head and the top of his main body. The main polygon of his body was sky blue at the front, however it cut off about one eight of the way into it, a visible line dividing the two different colours, light pink and sky blue. A big stick of sky blue stuck upwards out of the back of his main body?s polygon, much like a tail. On either side of his main body were two equally sized triangular prisms of sky blue. Almost like feet, though he didn?t need them since he was floating. The only part of his body that move was his head. His body stayed stationary, aside from floating through the air.
?Porygon, the Virtual Pokemon? Trip said before Micky could even ask what he was. ?I downloaded him from virtual reality to reality from a computer and caught him on the spot.? Trip then stopped and prepared to give an order. ?Psychic!? he shouted. Portal?s head twirled in unison with both of his leg polygons, the first time Micky had seen his legs moving. He then twirled his entire body whilst spinning his body parts. The twirl from what appeared like a see-through black hole appeared in front of the Porygon before hitting Arcanine. The giant dog stayed his ground although he clearly showed pain from the attack, his eyes shut tightly as if to say ?it?s not there? to the pain. ?Tri Attack!? Trip shouted, following up on his advantage. From the tip of Portal?s nose, three triangles fired, one of red, one of yellow and one of blue. They twirled, forming a triangle shape, leaving behind a trail of red, blue a yellow light before crashing into Arcanine?s face, again forcing his eyes shut but remaining on his spot.
?Arcanine, Fire Blast!? Peter ordered, knowing he wouldn?t win by letting his opponent hit him over and over. Arcanine breathed in hard and fired a huge ball of lava like fire. As the ball hit Portal?s body it exploded into five big liens of fire before dissolving into the air. Almost like an X with an l sticking upwards out of it?s centre. Portal remained in the air, back-flipping as he was hit. ?Extreme Speed!? Seeming like he hadn?t even moved, Arcanine had pounced on top of the Porygon and was biting away at him. It was pretty feeble to try and destroy the Porygon since he wouldn?t bleed, however he could be destroyed and Arcanine was getting pretty close to doing that with his sharp teeth.
?Conversion!? Trip ordered. The Porygon?s body set on fire, huge flames came bursting from his body, shocking Arcanine long enough to set himself free. ?Thunderbolt!? His legs twirling and his head spinning, he began to charge sparks out of his body before he finally fired a beam of yellow light that sparked off electricity. As it hit Arcanine?s face he flinched, originally going for an attack, now having his focus shattered. ?Hyper Beam!? Now this was an attack Micky was rather familiar with, an often used attack in Pokemon battles. Porygon?s nose began to glow a bright white where there was once blue before firing a long beam of white light into Arcanine?s face. From this attack, there was no standing his ground for the large dog. He was knocked to his side as soon as he was hit, sent rolling back several times. Portal?s attack wasn?t finished, rather than continuing to fire in the original direction, he aimed downwards, now hitting his foe whilst he was down. After almost half a minute of the attack Porygon was all powered out. Black marks remained on the orange body of Arcanine, the fire dog still shivering in pain, his eyes half open and half closed as they tried to forget what their body was put through.
?Pete!? Micky shouted. ?This is when you should withdraw your Pokemon!?
Peter hated knowing that Micky was right, but he had to accept it. He took back his injured Arcanine and threw his final choice to the battlefield. ?Heracross, I choose you!? Peter shouted. As the Pokeball set free it?s Pokemon, Trip withdrew his Pokemon, knowing that after a move as power consuming as hyper beam, his Porygon wouldn?t have the strength left to fight on effectively. Peter?s Pokeball revealed a huge human-shaped bug. His Pokemon stood at about two feet shorter than Peter, most of his height being in his foot long horn. This entire Pokemon?s body was pale blue except for his claws which were all bone white. His horn split at the top into two smaller horns that looked like antennas. For most of his horn it was a couple of inches thick. Beneath that horn was his two eyes, the horn just above the centre of both eyes. Both eyes were white with clear black pupils visible, similar size to a human?s. Below the centre of both eyes was his nose, shaped like a pigs except it was blue. To the right a left of his right a left eye respectively, were two ears, although unlike normal ears, they sat atop several inch long sticks and were spherical in shape. His body was like a box, the upper part of his body larger in width than the lower part which was dented with several lines. Two either side of his body, just above the centre of it were two arms, in length they were like a teenagers, although in width they were no bigger than a young child?s. His arms were accompanied by two blades on each arm that stuck out like razors. Two claws were upon his two fingered hands. His legs were pretty similar, long but lacking in size. There was only one razor sharp blade per thigh, and only one toed feet, somehow balancing on one large foot claw, clearly not a Pokemon that was good at his kicks.
?Sleepax! Go!? Trip cried, hurling a different kind of Pokeball. Like most Pokeballs, it?s lower half was white, yet the upper half was black marked with yellow. Still, when it came to releasing it?s Pokemon it was no different. It exploded open, releasing the red blur of light that began to form a Pokemon. At first, all Micky could see was his back, a dark pale blue, topped with cat like ears. This creature?s body consisted mostly of his stomach, Micky could make out a wide stomach even from behind. His arms seeming tiny compared to his body. His arms were just one foot, no bending in the middle, probably making them rather useless. His legs were the same, only a foot in length on his seven foot body, two big foot like feet that kept only three claws but left a circular print on the floor. The creature now turned to face his opponent, his front now coming into sight. His face was strange, fat and chubby with eyes that squinted so tightly that they looked like two small liens on his face. His mouth looked to be smiling, basically like a black slit through his cr?me facial skin, although when his mouth opened to yawn, it turned from a small line to a huge gaping hole that could probably swallow Micky whole. This Pokemon must have had an eating obsession, his stomach was pretty similar to his face. Chubby and rounded in shape, almost like Buddha?s stomach, seeming to connect with his chin being so huge that it hid any sign of a neck. The huge creature that looked to weigh a whole ton dropped onto his huge ***, seeming to make the earth shake as he did.
?Snore? he groaned out of his huge gaping mouth. ?Snore, Snore, Snorlax!? Micky guessed his name was Snorlax or Snore-Snore or something like that, though he was nick named ?Sleepax.?
?Megahorn!? Peter shouted to his Heracross. The giant bug?s horn glowed white as he rammed it forward at the huge stomach of Sleepax. As his two-pointed horn connected with the sumo-like Pokemon he failed to have any visible effect, his horn simply bouncing off of the creature, the sheer momentum knocking him onto the floor back first, almost comical in the way he bounced off of the huge creatures belly.
?Sleepax, Body Slam!? Trip ordered. Sleepax rose back to his giant feet before taking in a breath and dropping on top of Heracross stomach first. Heracross tried to cover his eyes from what was about to crush him as the huge body of Sleepax crashed down onto his foe, something like a ton of weight falling on top of Heracross. The giant Pokemon finally rolled off of Heracross, probably feeling uncomfortable having his giant belly on top of a clawed Pokemon like Heracross. Although he left his position on top of Heracross, he did not rise to the ground, instead he just lay by his side, probably too lazy to bother doing anything else. Heracross was left there unconscious, his body pressed into the mud from all the weight.
?One!? Micky shouted, feeling this was the time for him to take the **** out of Peter.
?**** You!? he shouted back at Micky.
?Two? he continued, sticking his tongue out. Peter growled, swallowing a lot of pride even considering bringing his Pokemon back after he was only hit by one move. ?Three? Micky shouted out loudly.
Peter growled once more before muttering ?**** it!? and withdrawing his Heracross from the ground.
?Now Peter, I?m no Pokemon expert, but losing after one move is bad isn?t it?? Micky said sarcastically.
?You?re right Micky? Peter said, surprising them all. ?You aren?t a Pokemon expert? he spat.
?Sleepax, return!? Trip said, withdrawing his giant Pokemon back to his black and white Pokeball. ?You didn?t even knock out one Pokemon? Trip laughed. Peter growled, ready to punch Trip?s face until he couldn?t see daylight again.
?Calm down Ladies!? Shane shouted, noticing Peter?s hissing and spitting. ?So Trip, why are you here?? he asked.
?Probably the same as you guys, checking out the tomb of one of the legendary Regi?s.?
?Am I the only one here who found this by accident?? Micky shouted.
?Yes!? Peter shouted, annoyed at his best friend who mocked his loss. ?Only an idiot doesn?t know this is the tomb of a Regi!?
?And only a **** trainer loses all his Pokemon without taking one down of his opponents? Micky shouted back, needing some form of come back.
?So what were you doing here Micky?? Trip asked.
?Was hoping to add another Pokemon to my team, then you lot showed up.?
?Heading for Rustboro as well?? Trip continued to question.
?Yeah? Micky replied.
?Same here? Peter said. He was in fact lying, he was only there to visit the tomb of the Regi, this being the last tomb he needed to visit of the three. He just didn?t want his friend to become better friends with this ?Trip? person, especially after he was beaten by him. ?Guess I?ll tag along with ya? he said, pushing Micky into a corner that made him let his friend join him whether he liked it or not.
?Um, ok? Micky said, knowing he couldn?t just say ?no, I just wanna go with Trip? for both the reasons that it would upset his friend as well as make him appear attracted to another guy.
?Oh so your just gonna leave me out then?? Shane asked loudly.
?Yep? Micky nodded, not too keen on Shane.
?You?re a bit cruel aint ya?? Trip stated.
?You don?t know this ***-clown like I do? Micky replied.
?What the ****?? Shane shouted. ?You barely even know me dip-****.?
?I know you well enough? Micky replied.
?Hey Hey? Trip said, waving his arms as if to say ?tone it down a notch.? ?Shane, you wanna tag along??
?I suppose since I?m heading for Rustboro? Shane replied. Micky was rolling his eyes back into his skull as if to say ?I come here looking for a Pokemon and I get these three ***-clowns following me.?
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All four of them had made it about half way to Rustboro City now, however the night was falling and they needed to rest. Micky had no idea what he?d do if a Pokemon turned up, all of his being badly injured. The group had seemingly set up a camp. All three of the sleeping opposite each other making what appeared to be an X around the main camp fire, created by Trip?s dragon-fly, a Pokemon known as Flygon, nick-named by him ?Tarokuntei.? One thing Micky noticed was Trip liked to keep ?Kneazy? out of her Pokeball. She was a lot like Karen?s Pikachu, wandering around wherever she felt like wandering. Shane and Micky had no relationship of this kind with any of their Pokemon, however Peter seemed to have one similar to that of Trip?s with his Pidgeot, although Pidgeot did go in his Pokeball when he wasn?t needed. Peter?s main reason for keeping her out, according to him was ?He makes a nice scout for Pokemon worth catching as well as shortcuts and the like.? It did make sense but Micky was sure he had a tighter bond than just that. The three of them stayed up, telling each other tales of their journey, their past at the such. Micky felt a bit left out, hearing Trip?s tale of being trapped in Ice Cave or Peter?s tale of ?the Underwater Cave near Mossdeep City.? Micky guessed this was all bull**** but he couldn?t help but sense truth in what they said, even if it was only part true. It now came to Micky?s turn. What kind of tale could he tell, ?I fell off of a cliff when three Houndooms were chasing me? which probably would last five minutes, or how about ?I got stabbed by a Scyther.? Strangely enough, the two sounded like intriguing stories, still, Micky doubted they would believe him and to be honest, his mind was totally focused on the fact he left Purity behind lying on a bed awaiting her death. He just said he hasn?t been a trainer long enough to have an interesting story, however he could tell that Shane was making one up.
?I saw a giant bird fly out of a river of Lava!? All three of them agreed it sounded like Bull**** but Shane insisted it was true and continued to tell them how it all happened. It was a good enough story to send Micky into a deep sleep until he would wake in the morning.
?Where I lay my head is home? - Wherever I may Roam.
Well, Micky gets 3 more *** clowns to come with him to Rustboro and we learn a lil bit more about the Regi?s whereabouts and that all 3 of them are in it some how. Trip is a better trainer than Peter and Shane is just as much of an *** clown as ever. Also, Trip is in fact Trip the mod on Serebii (and the guy on TPM and BMG). Anyways, I present to you, Chapter 18.
