This is an indirect sequel to "Running Away From Dreams", however it doesn't require anyone to have read the first story. Its an OT following a nine year old boy who meets a Duskull with a difference.
Sometimes the forces that govern the universe pick paths for those that reside within it. Sometimes, those that reside within the universe pick the paths for others. Then you get those who pick their own path. That’s what Jamie liked to believe. Or rather, that’s probably what he would have thought about his life if he ever stopped to consider it. Funnily enough at nine and a half years old, his sense of wonder was limited to the things around him. If he were to question the forces that be, he’d have been stumped, past the religious teachings he was administered by school and family. If he had any grumblings about his path, they’d probably be about the fact his entire family expected him to become a pokémon trainer. That’s when they actually seemed to care about what they did. Being the middle child of three to a caring but career minded pair of parents meant he had to do a lot for himself and his parents. That’s why he was out there in the cold of the night, feeding his Mother’s bellsprout from the slow drip of watering can.
He looked at the plant pokémon and shook his head at it, its short, narrow root embedded in a small bed of soil. It waved its twin green leaves weakly as it received the water. Its yellow coloured ailing flower head bowed as it received the liquid nourishment with an ungrateful look upon its face.
‘It’s not fair that I should have to look after this thing. That should be mom’s job. What a miserable little thing,’ he mumbled, irritated by his obligations. ‘Then I have to go and make my own dinner again. Do my maths homework.. It’ll be worth it though, I’m staying up to play games all night again. I wonder how I’m gonna beat that boss,’ he wondered to himself, haphazardly spilling more of the water than he should have over Bellsprout.
“Oops, sorry bell sprout,” he mumbled, his mind not too concerned about the grass type’s well being except in case he got in trouble with his parents for doing something wrong. ‘That oughta do it,’ he thought to himself, discarding the watering can in the back yard before he began walking towards the back entrance of the house.
“Bell.. bell..” the plant pokémon pleaded just before Jamie managed to grope the kitchen door with his podgy fingers. He stopped and paused, irritated by the grass type’s pleadings.
“What is it now bellsprout?” he quizzed
Suddenly though he felt a cold chill on the back of his neck. It wasn’t the wind though, it felt like it was actually touching him, breathing on his skin. He stopped cold in his tracks, swallowed hard then very slowly turned around to face what was behind him. At first, he jumped and then, he cowered behind a plant pot, trying to conceal his short stocky body.
‘God I hate pokémon,’ he thought to himself as his fear shook his body. ‘First I have to feed them when I could be playing good video games and then I’m attacked by weird floating skulls with eerie big red eyes/’
He held onto the terracotta pot so fiercely, his finger nails were beginning to get covered in soil. Then his chest began heaving, fear to him was more than just a mental affliction. He began panicking, searching his pockets for his inhaler, his chest felt like it was about to go crazy.
Yeah, you be scared. Fear the mighty Duskull!
“That’s what I’m doing, can’t you see how I’m hiding behind this plant pot?” he shrieked in protest, one hands roaming around his pocket, desperately looking for the plastic device.
Relax kid, I’m messing with you. I’ve come for you.
“That’s really not helping me relax.. How come you can speak anyway?” he quizzed between short breaths.
Well, probably to everyone else I’m just saying Duskull, du-du-duskull. Skull skull, but the forces that be decided that we were to understand each other.
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Is this one of those radio shows or TV shows where they attach an audio device to a pokémon so they can confuse little kids for the audience’s entertainment. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, pick on a nine year old. How low do they stoop these days..” he stammered out, still clutching the pot with one hand in fear he was wrong, the other releasing his grip on his medication.
Man, you’re cynical for a nine year old. But seriously I’m not from a radio or TV station. I’m here because we’re supposed to go on a long journey so I can gain human form again.
“What are you talking about?” Jamie murmured, his interest piquing a little in the ghost pokémon’s words.
It’s a long story, do your really want to hear it?
“Well, I suppose you’re not going to leave me alone until I do. Besides it’s a good way of putting off the multiplications,” he decided, somehow relaxing against the plant pot. “You promise not to attack me?”
If you promise not to fall asleep and stop cowering behind that plant.
“Deal. I’ll come out now shall I?”
Yeah, sounds good. So anyway, I was having these dreams for months...