Pokedex One-Shots (PG)

[KingT]

Yay, my Torkaol was used! Thank's man!

The ...... were used in a good way, and the story was original. Keep it up!

p.s. I would also like to be added to the pm list.

[Ysavvryl]

Okay, made a PM list of all who asked. Here's the (apparently) highly-anticipated Shuppet entry. I do like it. Again, there was an outside influence (the cliche thread in the Author's Cafe), but for good reason.

In Process: Hoppip
On deck: Umbreon


SHUPPET
Sapphire entry: Shuppet grows by feeding on dark emotions, such as vengefulness and envy, in the hearts of people. It roams through cities in search of grudges that taint people.


On one side of the doorway was a woman with long black hair. She wore the white uniform of a Channeler, the priestesses who specialized in ghostly matters. On the other side of the doorway was a man with short brown hair. He looked ill with his face paler than it should be and dark rings around his eyes.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” the man said. “I was going on a trip, but these things...”

She glanced in the kitchen. There was a rolling suitcase suitable for a weekend trip, a broken plate, and several signs of thrown vegetables. “What kind of ghost do you have?”

“I, I’m not sure. I hear strange whispers at night and they keep throwing things off shelves.”

The Channeler came inside and looked around closer. It was a typical middle class bachelor’s house. Everything was in a pile, but the piles were placed where they were convenient. There were pictures on the walls of the journey he made in his teenaged years, of him, another boy, and a girl. Furnishings had been picked out for any reason other than it matched the current decor.

But there was a definite feeling of something being off. It may have been the dust on all chairs except a rolling office chair and a turmeric yellow couch. It may have been the feeling of uneasiness that accompanied the presence of wild ghost Pokemon. Or it may have been the Sceptile who was cowering behind the turmeric yellow couch, stirring up little clouds of dust with his twitching tail.

The man scratched his head. “Eh-heh, sorry about Sceptile. These ghosts have him completely spooked.”

She half-ignored the comment and stayed in the living room. She knocked two rods together, the tools of her trade. One had two black ribbons tied to it, which would attract the attention of ghosts when waved around. The other had one white ribbon tied in a loop and could catch a wayward ghost if it attempted to escape. “Cooooo, you sly little spirit,” she called. “Show thyself.”

The reply was like a sheet being ruffled in the wind. It was definitely in this room. There was a new flat-screen TV, a disorganized bookshelf, a contest ribbon in a display case, a blue-green chair, a wooden rocking chair, the turmeric yellow couch with the Sceptile behind it, a stained coffee table, a brick fireplace... the fireplace. There was a buildup of ashes and charred wood, as well as a bin of dry logs ready to be burned. The ruffling sound had come from there.

Fearlessly, the Channeler went to the fireplace and flicked the attraction stick into it. “Come hither.”

Nothing could be seen, but the energy of the room shifted, tugged on at one point.

She swung the capture stick right where she felt the shift occur. The ghost finally appeared; it was a small ghost Pokemon that looked like a party balloon wrapped in a black cloth. A scorched piece of paper seemed to be attached to it. Upon realizing that it was caught and visible, it screeched and attempted to flee the room. The Sceptile yelped and dashed to hide behind his trainer. The Channeler struggled to hold onto the capture rod. She clasped it in both hands and stood her ground.

“Take that paper,” she said firmly, “and read it out loud.”

“Ah, okay.” The man snatched the damaged paper from the ghostly Shuppet. It nearly tore in half, but he held on to it. “Not many words are readable. ‘Dear... have great, excellent, exciting news and... should come. Guess... came back?’ Wait, this? I thought I burned this!”

The Channeler pulled the Shuppet closer as its panicked struggle weakened. “What was it about?”

“It’s just a personal letter, nothing important to this.”

Abruptly, the Shuppet stopped struggling. The Channeler stumbled backwards into the brick fireplace. After regaining her balance, she replied, “You see how interested it is? You’ll either tell me or you won’t be rid of them until too late.”

“Them?”

“Them.”

“Well it’s a long story, but,” he saw the strict look on her face, “I, I can shorten it up some. I’ve had these two friends since way back, practically since we were born. When we were fourteen, we went on a journey together. But things changed then. The two of them would argue a lot, but then be kissing by the end of the day. I kinda got shunted aside as the comic relief guy, seemed like it. Despite that, I had a crush on her too and I figured that I had to be better for her than him because I wasn’t so argumentative.

“But it was hard competing with him. Sceptile and I struggled through the Gyms while he always trounced them. He always trounced me too when it came to practice battles. She’d cheer me up, but then get back into her love-hate thing with him. And he got real nasty about it too, becoming the most awful arrogant jerk. Somehow he became League Champ and got it into his head to go on a crazy world journey. He invited us, but she wanted to go to nursing school. And me, I came back home to take care of my granny, because she needed me.

“I thought that since he was gone, I could try getting her to fall for me. I wrote her letters all the time when he wouldn’t so much as give us a call. I was getting her to really warm up to me. But then he comes back out of the blue and proposes to her the moment they saw each other again. And wouldn’t you know it, she accepted despite the fact that I got her to admit that they argued way too much. It’s just...” He clenched his teeth. “I don’t under...”

The Channeler abruptly put her attraction rod to his lips. “Shh.”

He nearly got mad at her, but then saw how the Shuppet was staring at him as if hungry. With a chill running down his spine, he stepped back. Sceptile clutched his hand.

“It feeds off your jealousy,” she explained. “As it drains your spirit, your body and mind grow weaker. It finds ways to lock you into jealousy, such as keeping you up all night and whispering reminders in your ears. It will continue to do so until you act on your jealousy, after which you are no longer of any use to it. You were leaving to attend their wedding.”

“B-but it can’t really do that,” he said weakly, not wanting to accept that explanation of his currently poor state of health.

She pointed her rod at him in a no-nonsense manner. “Do not go or you may do something that you will later regret. Explain that you are sick and they should accept this. Instead, you should go to the church and spent as much time as you must in order to purify your mind. Then you shall recover. I’ll drive these Shuppets away, but unless you let go of your jealousy, you will attract more.”

“Ssessri,” the Sceptile hissed quietly.

“But I...” he stopped himself and sighed. “All right.”

[cbiesra]

great story, it was spooky, I would guess that's Brock but Ash started his journey when he was 10, not 14 and Brock didn't catch a sceptile
I can't wait for Umbreon

[Smunkie]

Sweeeet
A very enjoyable read, I liked the glimpse we got of what effects those Pokemon journeys have once they're over. Shuppet was also great!
These one-shots just keep getting better and better, each one is like a snap-shot of the Pokemon world. Very cool, keep it up

[JammyU]

Yeah, awesome, even better than the others .

[JammyU]

Yeah, awesome, even better than the others .

[Kutie Pie]

The poor guy... for a bit there, I was sure he was Ash, but it's just some random person. Maybe...

You know, if Shuppet were real, there'd be a lot in my house xD. Maybe not from me, but because of the twins lol. They usually fight about this or that. And one has anger issues.

Nicely done, Ysavvryl! I'm excited for the next one!

[Ysavvryl]

@responses: I think living in the Pokemon world would be very dangerous.

Today we have a short short that barely meets the one page minimum. But it's also a sort of bonus! The subject was Hoppip, but I added a Skiploom, then decided to see the latter's 'dex entry. The Skiploom's entry wasn't enough to make its own story, but I could work it in here.

Any more suggestions out there?

In process: Umbreon
On deck: Spiritomb


HOPPIP
Leaf Green entry: To keep from being blown away by the wind, they gather in clusters. They do enjoy gentle breezes, though.

SKIPLOOM
Ruby/Sapphire entries: Skiploom's flower blossoms when the temperature rises above 64 degrees F. How much the flower opens depends on the temperature. For that reason, this Pokemon is sometimes used as a thermometer.


It was a bright sunny day for the Sevii Islands. The small land specks so common around the Six and Seven Islands were like yellow and green gems in the sparkling blues of the ocean. The tides were lazy and the salty breeze barely made the plants move. Under the clear blue sky, it seemed everyone should be happy.

But not everyone was. On a small lumpy island, a trio of Hoppips were eying everything nervously. These three were very young, only two days old. They kept their long glide leaves low; they were so light that even this weak breeze could push them over. Around them, older Hoppips and even an occasional Skiploom floated between the land specks merrily.

As the sun had almost finished its daily climb, a Skiploom landed on the lumpy island the youngsters were hiding on. The yellow flower on her head was wide open to enjoy the great weather. “Come up, fly, fly,” the Skiploom said.

“No, no,” the young ones replied. “Too scary.”

“Scary? Why scary? We float for fun.”

“Great, large Tentacruel swim under,” one Hoppip pointed out. His red body shivered. “You float, there come great crash, and you stay under.”

“Careful when float low,” the Skiploom said, dismissing the danger. “Come up, fly, fly.”

“We never float,” a second said. “Crash into water? You get wet leaves.”

The Skiploom giggled, making the flower on her head shake. “Crash in water fun. Swim to land and dry leaf. Fly again, come up, come up.”

“Get lost with no land, scary,” the third said.

The other two nodded. That was their primary fear. The day they had hatched was heavy with storms. As the winds were too strong, the Hoppips had to gather in a group with the youngest in the center. They clung tightly to the ground to stay, yet one member of the flock had been blown away. No one had seen him today.

The Skiploom figured this was the main problem; any of their kind had a fear of that. But she smiled. “When sea lost, the wind pick you for adventure. We here because some old ones got sea lost. This place far better than where they got sea lost from. Maybe you find even better place?”

“What place better than here?”

She shrugged. “Now, come up, fly, fly. Better when you fly.”

The three youngsters looked to each other nervously.

The Skiploom frowned. “You fly or I attack!”

Squealing, they ran up a lump in the island then jumped into the air. The breeze pushed them backwards, causing them to squeal more. But after a moment, when they got the air under their leaves and realized they were three feet above the ground, they cheered in excitement. A Hoppip’s place was in the air.


EDIT: The Skiploom's flower is yellow! Goes to show what happens when I write about Pokemon I'm not familiar with...

[Kutie Pie]

Aww, uber cuteness ^^! The little Hoppip were so adorable, as well as the Skiploom.

I love the way you made them speak. The Hoppip I understand why (just two days old, squee!), but not the Skiploom as much. Aw, well. Still adorable.

Keep it up! You're really good! If you could, you'd end up doing everyone's PokéDex entries, lol.

[JammyU]

Yeah, it was a little short, but good all the same. One problem, a Shiploom's flower is yellow, not pink, isn't it?

I have an idea for after Umbreon, how about Spiritomb - it's a really interesting one and I'd love to see your take on it. (The two enties both have potential for good stories, but I think they'd work well as one.)

[Smunkie]

On a small lumpy island, a trio of Hoppips were eying everything nervously.

You just forgot the "a" here, also I think "were" should be "was." =D

Simply adorable! and great as always, nice insight into the Hoppip world. I don't have much more to say, really xD
Oh, except that I second Spiritomb! That could be a cool one, I think

[MaplePhanpy]

Wow! You are a great writer!
With so little Text of backround, you make masterpieces!
Add me to The PM list OK?

[cbiesra]

that was a good one, I really liked the hoppip

umbreons comin

[KingT]

Nice! The hoppip were cute, like i thought they would be. The skiploom saying that she would attack felt kind of random.

Keep up the good work!

[Ysavvryl]

This is partly my wondering what else Pokemon do in this world. Also, I'm not sure how long it'll take me to write the Spiritomb one. Those entries could easily be turned into a long story. A short one, though, that's a challenge. I'm gonna research a bit more specifically into how you get this thing.

In Process: Spiritomb
On Deck: nobody...


UMBREON
Fire Red entry: When darkness falls, the rings on its body begin to glow, striking fear in the hearts of anyone nearby.


The wheat fields looked like unpolished bronze in the moonlight. A Rattata paused to sniff the air. There was a hoot from a Noctowl. The rodent froze, but the noise was distant. There were no troubling scents. Hungry, he moved forward to find a stalk to eat.

He caught the scent of the Umbreon too late. The black canine leapt from the wheat, her yellow markings shining bright and deadly. She bit the rodent hard while it was stunned in fear. He squealed, but soon the Rattatta was dead.

A tractor came into the field. The Umbreon looked and smelled. Was the farmer bringing a special treat tonight? The headlights caught her in their beams for a moment, causing her eyes to shine like her markings. The voice that she heard was a human male, saying, “It is true; they are from around here!”

A stranger. The Umbreon picked up her kill and darted into the wheat. Although she wanted to hide and eat her prey, she was curious enough to stick around to see what the farmer and the stranger were doing.

“Yup, that’s one of the moon dogs. They’re more common around farms than the sun dogs.”

“The Espeons,” the stranger said. “Do you train them to do farm work?”

“Nope. A gal like that one is half-wild. Course, every now and again you get a kid or stranger who takes a fancy to them and catches one.”

“So how do you get them to keep pests out of your fields and barns? She was obviously doing that. And how do they evolve anyway? They have to be happy to turn into an Umbreon.”

“It’s real easy to make them dogs happy. Winter’s a harsh season, you see, so all the farmers around here make a shelter for the, uh, what’d you call ‘em?”

“The Eevees.”

“Right, Eevee. You make a house for them out by your barn; you’ll get about five or ten dogs a season, depending on your house. Most of ‘em are shy critters who don’t want nothin’ to do with humans except during the winter. But one or two will become friendly if you make sure they always have fresh water and food available. You pay some attention to the friendly ones and one day, they’ll look either black or light purple. That’s how you know you got one that’ll stay year-round.

“I see. They must evolve because they’re glad to be taken care of.”

“I guess. Once you got a keeper, you just let them do their thing. They’re rodent hunters, so they keep the Rattatas and such out of the crops. They’re something fierce when it comes to pack territory, so they’ll fight off larger pests like Poochenyas and Stantlers. If you got the mind for it, you could always teach one to herd Mareep and Jumpluffs.”

The stranger then spotted her in the wheat. She held her head up, considering him. The farmer had made no move to show a treat, so would it be worthwhile to approach them?

“They’re beautiful creatures,” the stranger said. “They’re so loyal once they accept you. That must make them a great help.”

“They are.” The farmer chuckled. “Still you’re an odd one, Mr. Bill.”

Bill laughed sheepishly. “I just love the Eevee family.”

The Umbreon decided that there wasn’t much of a use in approaching them. She ran off deeper into the field with the night’s first catch. There would be other pests and she couldn’t be distracted from her job.

[storymasterb]

These are great! After Spiritomb is done could you do one about Gible?

[meteor64]

Or a shuckle?
Hang on, we havent done any waters yet, so clamperl would be cool.

[cbiesra]

YES!!!!!that was sweet!!...can you tell I like umbreon..:P
but that was very cool and I can't wait for Spiritomb

[Kutie Pie]

BILL IS A ROCKET. *SHOT*

Sorry, he's just a very suspicious character xD. *cough* Short, but good. Touching on the urban life-style of an Umbreon, and a pinch of Espeon, adds a little bit more depth to the Pokémon. Lucky they're the friendly types. I live in a farm area, and if Pokémon was real, I'd be seeing them running around lol.

And I thought Eevees with their huge fur could actually survive the winter. *shrugs* Aw well. Good work! Wonder what'll you'll do for Spiritomb (whatever it does).

[MaplePhanpy]

kool =>
Great as ever! I like the fact that you make this realisctic, like that that Farm dosen't love and dedicate his live to the umbereon like in the Anime >.>
Can you make one about Phanpy or Donphan?