Pokedex One-Shots (PG)

[Missingno. Master]

Nice stories, although I do feel sorry for the Kricketune.

And I just can't help but ask- in the Lopunny story, what Pokemon was in the egg?

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Double posting is not fair! especially yesterday! Well it wasn't really double posting was it? hmm... how about no posting on and off? ........That doesn't work....
Anyways the Easter one was really sweet, but I think you should have described some other egg hunters. It just seemed of the you described only two people. And for the Mime Jr. one was very funny. I love it when there are two Pokemon that when brought together could create utter madness. Maby you could do Oddish for Earth day??

[Missingno. Master]

I was gonna request a Shiftry/Sudowoodo/Exeggutor story for Arbor Day, but all three have been done already. Sooooo.... I'd like to request a Doduo/Arceus story. Because I can just imagine the sheer awesomeness.

[Ysavvryl]

Eek, it's been a while. I got caught up in lots of stuff.

@MM: That is a really awesome idea.

In Process: Oddish (4/22), Seedot/Wailmer
On Deck: Missingno, Togekiss, Doduo/Arceus
Reserve:


TRAPINCH AND VIBRAVA


Trapinch had a very important duty in the village. When spring came, the grounds unfroze and rockslides would block the passage to the main road. Rockslides also happened after summer storms, or natural quakes, or someone’s tantrum with Earthquake. When that happened, he got up early to clear the rocks from the road. It was easy for him. He had a great big jaw that was bigger than the rest of his body, and it was strong to boot. He could grip rocks and toss them out of the way. If they were too big, he could simply crunch it to smaller pieces. The road would be cleared and everyone would be happy.

Well, most everyone.

Staraptor and Pidgeot were laughing at him. Just a few moments ago, he had been clearing the road yet again. Then one of this pair, he wasn’t sure which one, had dived down at him, grabbed at his body, then flipped him upside-down. Now he was quite stuck. The jaws that made him so proud also made it hard to flip himself back upright.

“Will you two quit doing that?” he asked angrily. “Who’s gong to clear the road now?”

“Why should we care about that?” Staraptor asked. “We’ll just fly over that bit of rubble.”

“What about the rest of us?”

Pidgeot laughed. “Well if you’re gonna complain about this, then you’re all a bunch of sissies. Sissies!”

“And you’re the loser who just does whatever the other sissies tell him,” Staraptor hooted. “You’re not so mighty and important. You’re little and funny looking.”

A crack of lightning appeared between the two birds, who flew off with angry calls. Before long, Luxio appeared by Trapinch. “Need some help?” she asked.

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. She nudged his jaw to roll him onto his side, from where he could swung his feet back to the ground. “I hate those two jokers. Every single time I come out to do my job, they keep flipping me over.”

“They’re just bullies,” Luxio said. “Nobody in the village likes them, but if you antagonize them, they just get worse.”

“Cause you’re all sissies!” Pidgeot called from far off, getting a hooting laugh from Staraptor.

“And they don’t have much of an imagination,” Luxio said under her breath.

“But somebody’s got to do something about them,” Trapinch said. “Or they’ll just keep bullying everybody.”

“Don’t worry about it. They’ll get what’s coming to them some day.”

“Yeah, like the annihilation of this stupid village!” Staraptor called out, getting a squeaky laugh from Pidgeot.

But Trapinch had had enough of those two. He was going to do something about it and he felt he knew what would work. Once he cleared the road for the others, he went back to his house, cleaned up, packed a few things, then set out on the road.

Progress was slow. His legs were short, forcing him to a small pace. As his jaws and head were so large, it got heavy on his shoulders and he would have to stop for a rest. He had no hands, so getting anything out of his pack meant pulling it off and handling everything gently with his jaws. And while he had digging claws, they were best suited for sandy grounds, not clay-filled earth. It took until nightfall to reach his location, the luminous spring just outside of the small village and along the main road.

Throughout the world, there were these places where natural springs appeared, producing not water, but light. A luminous spring would fill the area around it with a cool light, like that which came from the moon. While it was certainly a place of beauty, a spring like this was important for another larger reason. At a luminous spring, a Pokemon could choose to evolve if it was ready. Trapinch knew that he had been ready for a while, but hadn’t yet come. Now he had a good reason to.

Nipping off his pack to set it aside, Trapinch walked into the spring of light. “Oh spirit of the light, I have come for your gift.”

He became aware that something was watching him, as if someone invisible had stirred at his words. Nothing around him changed, aside from a knowledge that a greater power was there. “Welcome, Trapinch. Are you looking to evolve?”

“Yes, I am.” The spirit of light went through the same questions every time, but every Pokemon had to answer them. Interrupting or insulting the spirit would cause it to refuse to evolve anyone until the offender apologized or some gift made by a local leader. Even then, the offender usually didn’t get evolved.

“You are strong enough. Do you need anything in order to evolve?”

“No.”

“You are honest. Now close your eyes and relax. Let the light envelop you.”

Although it was hard to bite down on his excitement, Trapinch closed his eyes and did his best to be calm. He felt a warm sensation of joy come over him. It was so powerful that it caused his body to break apart into dust. But it left his mind and soul alone.

Then his body came back together, changing its form. He grew larger and longer, but a bit thinner. He lost his oversized jaw and gained a pair of long diamond shaped wings. Even his eyes, they went from small and flat to large and domed. With his body, his abilities and capabilities changed. He could do a lot more, including get revenge on those bullying birds.

Eventually, the joy and light let him go. “It is done,” the spirit of light said. “You are no longer Trapinch. You are now Vibrava. You have one more evolution possible, but you are not yet strong enough. You must wait two weeks before you may return.”

“Okay, thank you!” Vibrava moved, no, flew out of the spring of light. He was able to pick up his pack with one of his legs and use it easily. And around him, the world looked very different. It seemed sharper, clearer, and more colorful. While it was all so interesting, he had one thing on his mind: getting revenge.

Vibrava flew back to his village in a blink, as opposed to taking hours along the road. While he did so, he reflected on the new powers that had been granted to him. Several stood out as good ones to use against Staraptor and Pidgeot. They might still be stronger than him, but he could outwit them.

After looking around carefully, he found the two bullies perched on the roof on the mayor’s house, hooting and cackling at something. Maybe just to disrupt the mayor’s peace. Smiling, Vibrava flew down along the ground, twitching his wings in a peculiar manner. This stirred up the dirt until it rose up into a sandstorm. It felt like little more than raindrops to him. At least, how the others describe raindrops. He’d never liked being out in the rain.

Staraptor and Pidgeot weren’t so tolerant. They tried to shield their heads with their wings. “Gah! Who *cough* stirred up all *cough* this dirt?”

“Some *cough* fool looking for a *cough* beating!” Pidgeot answered. They flew off the roof.

Vibrava saw them, though. “You’re getting just what you deserve,” he said in a low voice, then rushed at them twitching his wings extremely rapidly. This made a high-pitched hum. His own ears were guarded against this annoyance. Not them, though.

They squalled in pain. Staraptor cursed loud enough to wake up anyone sleeping in the village. “You jerk! Show yourself, coward! I’ll beat you down for making this fool racket.” He spotted something and rushed at it.

However, he hit Pidgeot instead. “Watch it, you big dummy! Oh my poor ears. Shut up!” He lashed out at Staraptor.

Laughing, Vibrava kept up the irritating hum. The two birds eventually panicked and began flying this way and that, trying to escape the noise and the sandstorm. The newly made dragon chased them around until they found the way to the main road and flew away, never to be seen in the small village again.

Vibrava was quite pleased with himself and let the sandstorm die off. But as he did, he began hearing shouts from his neighbors. “Who the heck is responsible for this?!” somebody called. “I’ve got a splitting headache now.”

“Shut up, the noise is hurting me,” another said.

“WHO THREW DIRT ALL OVER MY FURNITURE?”

“My skin hurts…”

Then the mayor chimed in. “ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!” An angry Earthquake soon followed, centered on his house.

Oops. He hadn’t thought that his revenge against the bullies would affect everyone else in the village. Upset, Vibrava flew off to the trees outside the village. He cried himself to sleep.

By morning, he had decided that because he’d done something awful, he should leave. But he wanted to apologize and at least let someone know he would be gone. He flew back quietly and went to the mayor’s house.

No one seemed to be up yet, so he knocked quietly on the frame of the entrance. “Um, excuse me, mayor…”

“Come in,” he called, a bit groggy. Mayor Swampert was drinking some coffee. “Who’re you?”

“I’m Vibrava, was Trapinch. I wanted to say that I’m leaving the village. And, I’m really sorry about last night. I was responsible for the sandstorm and the painful noise. See, Staraptor and Pidgeot were teasing me all the time. They’d flip me over at any chance they got and I wouldn’t be able to get back onto my feet until someone came and flipped me back. And they’d tease and taunt me, making me feel like rubbish. So I thought if I evolved, I could do something to get back at them. I left to do so yesterday morning and when I became this, I was so filled with thoughts of revenge that I didn’t think that my actions would hurt anyone in the village. So I did something really stupid, and I’m really sorry about it.”

“You’ve apologized twice now,” Swampert pointed out.

“I mean it,” Vibrava said, looking down. “I’m not much better than those two guys, I realized. So I’m going to leave and try to become a better Pokemon before I come back.”

“You did something they never did, and that was accept responsibility for hurting others. So, on behalf of the village, I accept your apologies, and invite you to stay anyhow. The others will know that Staraptor and Pidgeot were responsible for what happened last night.”

“Sir? But that’s not what…”

Swampert nodded. “The one who did last night’s deeds will never do so again here, am I right?”

“Yes sir,” Vibrava said meekly. He was glad to stay, but still felt a bit guilty. He wouldn’t do anything like that again, certainly.

“All right then, Vibrava-was-Trapinch. Everything’s settled… except for one problem.”

“What problem?”

“There was a rockslide last night in response to an earthquake. Shame, those things are blocking the road all the time. Not that Trapinch is no longer here, I’m not sure who can clear the path.”

“Um, I think I can still do something.” He flew out of the house and to the road. While he had been flying, he hadn’t even noticed the roadblock. How careless of him.

With some tries, Vibrava figured out that a burst from his wings could cause the rocks to shatter still. After that, anyone with hands could help clear the much smaller gravel bits out of the way. He just had to make sure that no one was around to get a headache from the hum of his wings.

...

Trapinch Emerald entry: Its big jaws crunch through boulders. Because its head is so big, it has a hard time getting back upright if it tips over onto its back.

Vibrava HG/SS entry: It vibrates its wings vigorously, creating ultrasonic waves that cause serious headaches.

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

...wow I never really thought of other towns besides treasure town in the Exploration games. Poor trapinch I was kinda hoping that he could automatically evolve into a flygon. Now THAT would have taught those two a lesson. kudos to you. (did I spell that right?)On a oposite note YAY! Oddish for Earth day!!! I'm a big green freak and enjoy green stuff (not the mold ). Knowing you it will probably be something great or unexpected. But it CANT be both (yes it can...) No it CANT! (yes it CAN) NO IT CANT!! (IM THAT LITTLE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD AND YES IT CAN AND THAT'S FINAL) one moment Im have an identity problem right now.

[Ysavvryl]

I know, I'm late for Earth Day. Still, I completed the theme story. I like this Pokemon character!

In Process: Seedot/Wailmer
On Deck: Missingno, Togekiss, Doduo/Arceus
Reserve:


ODDISH


The normal quiet of the lab was abruptly shattered one afternoon when the front door banged open. “Professor Arboreal!” called the young boy who had entered. He wore a yellow school bag, dark green school uniform, and dirty shoes. “I’m here!”

“Yes, yes, that’s quite obvious,” a woman’s voice replied, followed by a chuckle at his enthusiasm. The middle-aged woman with long black hair came out of her office and into the front lobby. “Good afternoon, Stan. How was school today?”

“Alright, I guess. We had a spelling test. So do I get to have a starter Pokemon and Pokedex now?”

She shook her head. “Sorry, but I can’t give you those until the end of the semester. You must finish the school term before you can become one of my field assistants.”

His excitement died down some as he stilled. “Oh. Well then why’d you ask me to come in today? Did I not qualify or something?”

“No, you’re doing fine so far. The truth is, I’ve had a friend of mine send out some prototypes that need testing. I’ve used one myself, but we need a variety of people to try them out. Would you like to test out a device that translates the language Pokemon speak?”

Stan’s eyes widened. “What, really? Of course I’d love to try it out! Thank you so much professor!”

She smiled. “You’re welcome. But remember, I’m only lending this to you for now. There aren’t many of these prototypes out, so you need to be extra careful about not breaking it.”

“I promise, I’ll be careful. Where is it?”

“Come over here.” She brought him to a work table where the prototype was sitting. It looked like a white headband with three wires coming off it. On two, there were curved speakers that hung behind the ear, with the audio coming from a small pad. Attached to the third longer wire was a white box that had a slip for attaching to a pocket or belt loop. “We should be able to adjust this to fit over your head. This box here holds the batteries, so keep track of the charge level.”

Holding still, Stan let her adjust the band to his head. “It’s kind of heavy.”

“Yes, but it’s a prototype. The working device should be lighter, but we’re not sure. It can’t rely solely on vocals, you see. Pokemon have a variety of signals to communicate, which is why only highly attentive and trained psychics have been able to understand them so far. There, that should do it. The power switch is on the box. It should work on any Pokemon, but you probably ought to speak to those you know well.”

“Right, but I think I know who I want to talk to first. Thanks again.” Stan ran out of the lab.

“Be sure to give me a good report on it!” the professor called as he did so.

Right, he should do that. But reports on such things were soon out of his mind as he thought of all he could do with a device like this. He could get Pokemon friendly to him fast if he knew what their complaints were, and get them to be more obedient and loyal. He could be a detective, interviewing Pokemon witnesses when no one else could. Or he could find and talk with one of the legendary Pokemon and become someone really special. This could be awesome.

But first, he had wished that very morning that he had something he could understand Pokemon with. He headed back for school, but stopped at the town library. Sitting on the steps there was an Oddish, a Grass Pokemon with a blue body, small feet, and dark green leaves. This wasn’t so strange, as he saw them hanging around some days. What was strange about this one was that it was playing the harmonica.

It had a little tin harmonica that was painted bright green. Using one large leaf to hold the harmonica and two smaller ones to affect the notes, it was still there, playing its instrument. Pokemon talented like this were very rare, but it had resisted being captured by any other kid in town. With this listening device, he might be able to convince it to be his Pokemon.

“Hey Oddish, look at this!” Stan said, pointing to the headband. “The professor says that I can understand Pokemon like you with it.”

It pulled away its harmonica and looked up at him. “Cool, man,” it said. “That could make you real hip with folks.”

Although the words came to his ears clearly, Stan was startled. For some reason, the translator had set this little Pokemon’s voice as a deep gravely man’s voice. He wasn’t sure why. He’d have to tell the professor about that problem. “Yeah. But there’s been this thing bugging me all day and that’s, why are you playing the harmonica? When’d you learn to do that, and how? It’s weird.”

“Music is my passion. Always been, always will be.” He flicked his leaves back. “Some squares think they’ll catch me and make me battle, but that ain’t my groove. I don’t care if I stay as little ol’ Oddish forever, I will be a cool cat musician, see? And I’ll always be a free bird, never taking no money for myself or any punk that would try controlling me. You can’t control passion, or music.”

Either the translation device was put at a really odd setting or this was just an odd Pokemon. “I guess not,” Stan replied. He gave up on the idea of catching the Oddish for now and just sat on the stairs with him. “So how did you learn to play?”

“It was destiny, man. On the day I was hatched, I found this little honey discarded on the side of the route. So I picked it up and played with it, as any new ‘mon would, and eventually blew my first note with it. It was a bad one, but that was my first kiss with music and I never looked back. I listened to human music and I practiced my green heart out until I got to be as good as I am. I take my little honey everywhere I go; she’s like my soulmate.” He curled his leaf around the harmonica, smiling.

“Oh, I see. But it sounded like you were playing sad music earlier.”

The Oddish nodded. “That’s right. I’m playing the blues.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m feeling blue right now.” His leaves drooped at the thought.

“What’s the matter?”

“Normally I’d say it was none of your business, cause you ain’t like me. But I got a good feeling about you. You’re not quite as cool of a cat as me, but you’re good. Anyhow, I should be holed up in the dirt right now, snoozing the day away. But I can’t. The dirt around here seems real nice too, rich and hearty. But there’s this wicked poison scent everywhere that I don’t trust.”

Stan crossed his arms over his knees. “Aren’t you a Poison type?”

The Oddish swung his little feet off the step. “I am, but there’s my poison and then there’s that poison. It’s everywhere lately. My poison is stuff I make myself, to keep the birds from taking a chomp outta my leaves. This poison came from humans like you. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not good. Me and some buddies were bushed from our nightly walks a while back and we slept in the soil despite the rotten scent. For me, I got woke up midday by some idjit Ratatta that tried to steal my baby.” He clenched his harmonica again, but defensively. “I felt off-color and sick. My buddies didn’t wake up and got all yellow leafed.”

“So they died?” Stan shuddered. “That’s terrible.”

“It is. So I play the blues now, saying goodbye to my buddies and trying to warn any others I run across to not sleep in soil that stinks. But I’m suffering for it now, see? Look at ‘em.” He spread his leaves.

“They’re dark and dull,” he said, gently rubbing one. It was like a tree leaf. However, he couldn’t tell what was wrong with that.

“Exactly,” the Oddish said. “I should have a nice glossy set of leaves to show off to the ladies, but I’ve been sleeping above ground and not getting my proper eats from the soil. But this dirt still has that awful stink, so I can’t sleep there. It’s bad. I’ll be trying to walk further away tonight, to get out of this stuff. Maybe I’ll keep away from the towns and farms.”

“The farms? But wouldn’t they have good soil?”

“They do, but they also reek the worst! Like last night, I tried cutting across a bean field out there, but I was gagging just walking there. But look, you understand me now. Can you find out what they’re doing over there and tell those squares to cut it out? I’m gonna have to leave this area permanently if it sticks, which I won’t like. All my favorite spots are on my usual traveling path.”

Stan got up. “I’ll see if I can do that. Oh, and we can talk to the professor if you want. I think she said she has another of these. She’s really smart and might know what’s going on.”

In response, the Oddish got up and hopped down the steps. “Sure thing. Just remember, I’m a lone wolf and I won’t be captured.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand that. Come on.”

As it turned out, the farmers were using a new pesticide on their fields. It took a long while to convince them that it was working too well and affecting the wild Pokemon. But the professor managed it and government officials made an effort to clean up the pesticides that had been sprayed. And when Stan next encountered the Oddish with the harmonica, he was no longer playing the blues.

...

Ruby entry: During the daytime, Oddish buries itself in the soil to absorb nutrients from the ground using its entire body. The more fertile the soil, the glossier its leaves become.

[Mayor Snorlax]

Hey, I've read plenty of the stories, and they're awesome! I have a request; how about a Machamp and Roselia fic? I'd like to see where that ends up.

[dragonitepwns]

hey, can I request 2 things?

1: be on PM list.

2: a sandslash story. sandslash has been tied for my favorite pokemon, along with dragonite. this became especially true when the first wild pokemon I found in XD was a shiny sandshrew, though I didn't know it was shiny. I trained it anyway.

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Yay! Go blues!..... That communication device idea has a lot of story potential and can spring hundreds of comedy's. Anyways I was just thinking of how to make things harde- I mean more challenging. Can we request a comedy or a romance or a horror story as well as Pokemon? Like for example I want a Legendary Hero story about a metapod. Take that one on for size!

[Ysavvryl]

Sorry, I won't take those genre requests. I've got quite a few writing projects right now, see... and I got Metapod already.

Seedot hits the fifty percent mark for the Hoenn region!

In Process: Missingno
On Deck: Togekiss, Doduo/Arceus, Machamp/Roselia, Sandslash
Reserve: Chimecho (Mother's Day)


SEEDOT AND WAILMER


Now most Seedots were known to be quiet and peaceable creatures. Some farmers found them to be pests, as they attached themselves to trees and sapped the energy from them. However, the Seedots themselves never killed a tree and would often protect the ones they lived near from harm.

But there was one Seedot that was a lot of trouble. This little guy seemed to have watched too many cartoons, as he found amusement in hurting others. Along with battling regularly, this Pokemon liked to find tress with branches that overhung sidewalks and other paths. He would position himself above the path, hidden by the leaves, and wait with is kind’s signature patience. When someone would walk underneath him, he would quickly detach himself and drop onto the head of the unwary pedestrian. He got the nickname Drops by doing this regularly.

At first, it wasn’t much of a problem. Drops started out small and light, doing little more than startling his victims. As he grew older, he grew bigger and heavier. People started getting lumps on their heads from the Seedot’s antics. They began to worry that soon someone would have to be hospitalized, or maybe even killed. But being humans, most couldn’t tell one Seedot from the next. There was talk of removing all of the Seedots from the area.

Of course, the other Seedots didn’t like this idea. There were many grand and strong trees along the Route and in the nearby town. They gathered among the bushes to discuss the issue. “Drops is giving us all a bad name,” one said angrily. “Some of the humans think all of us are in on it. We have to do something!”

“But what can we do? I’ve tried talking to him and he doesn’t want to listen. He said I was trying to ruin all his fun and doesn’t realize that he could kill somebody by hitting their head.”

“We could get him captured.”

“He teases the Trainers so much. He gets in a battle and pretends like he’s going to come along, but then always breaks out of the Pokeball at the last minute and runs away. I don’t think he wants to be caught, so we’re stuck with him.”

“Maybe we can scare him into behaving,” one suggested. “I heard that there’s a big Pokemon staying in town this week. We could get the big one to make him stop.”

“How can we get a big Pokemon to listen to us?”

The Seedots argued some more amongst themselves, but no one had come up with any better ideas. They had been trying for many days now, so all the good plans seemed to have failed. Since her idea seemed to be the only new one, the Seedot went off to find the big Pokemon. While they might be scary, she had heard that bigger Pokemon were often just as friendly as the smaller ones.

After asking some of the pet Pokemon that lived in yards and houses, she found out that the large visitor was in the larger of the two town ponds. The Seedot went over and looked in the water, but couldn’t see if any strangers were down in the dark waters. Reaching out with her foot, she tapped the surface. “Excuse me? I’d like to talk to a particular Pokemon, one who’s just visiting this pond. Please?”

There was a ripple on the surface of the water, so the Seedot waited. Then, a rush of blue leapt out of the water and landed on the shore beside her. The Pokemon was enormous to her eyes, taller than a human and completely round. Moving its few small fins, it rolled a bit until its black eyes were aimed downward, where she was. “Oh, hello!,” the Pokemon said in a feminine voice. “Nice to get a request to be seen. I’m known as Lady Aquis Serenade, but you can just call me Aquis.”

The Seedot smiled, trying not to be nervous. “Hi Aquis. I’m just a wild Pokemon and haven’t got a nickname yet. But I came to ask you about something.”

“Why certainly. Ask away. I can teach you to completely dazzle a whole audience; you’re unpolished right now, but you might just be something.”

“It’s not about that, sorry. I’ve got this troublesome neighboring Seedot that’s causing lots of problems. See, he likes to drop onto people’s heads as they pass by. He might even hit your Coordinator.” She had to switch words from Trainer at the last moment; thus far, it seemed like Aquis was competing in Pokemon Contests and those Pokemon could get quite irritated if not recognized as such.

“Oh dear, that could be a problem.”

“Yes. So far he’s just been giving people nasty lumps, but he’s growing bigger and could really hurt somebody soon. But we can’t talk sense into Drops. I want to scare him good. Do you think you could help, Aquis?”

“Hmm.” She rolled back a bit, then forward to make eye contact again. “So he likes to drop on people’s heads?”

“Uh-huh. Attaches himself to branches right over paths and aims himself every time. It’s never an accident. I always hang from branches that are away from paths.”

“Normally I’m not trying to scare people. But it is a part of stage life, to be able to evoke any emotion you need from an audience. This could be quite the interesting performance. Okay, I have an idea. I need you to get a few of your friends together and tell him something.”

That afternoon, Drops was hanging over the human walkways as normal. The tree branch bent under his weight and struggled to hold onto him. However, the Seedot wasn’t concerned about the tree. He watched the pathway, waiting for some unsuspecting human to walk under him. They always came by, so he just had to be patient.

Instead, another Seedot walked underneath the tree. “Hi Drops,” she said. The leaf on top of her stem twitched nervously.

If she would just walk under him, he would give her reason to be nervous. “What do you want, no name stuck-up? Are you trying to tell me to be ‘good’ again?”

“Um, not really. See, there’s been too many bad Pokemon in the world, so the sky is going to break apart and fall on top of all of us.”

Drops started at her, then laughed. “That? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! The sky can’t fall down.”

“It’s supposed to. I’m getting to a safer place. You might want to get out of that tree.” she scurried off into the forest underbrush.

“Bah,” he grumbled. Then he kept waiting.

After a few minutes, another Seedot came by. “Hey Drops, did you hear? The sky is going to break apart and fall on top of us. And it’s all because of dumb Pokemon like you!”

“Do you believe that stupid story?” Drops asked with a hiss. “The sky can’t do that. You’re all a bunch of paranoid idiots.”

“Suit yourself, if you want to be crushed.” He went into the undergrowth as well.

Over the next few moments, he heard from three other Seedots that the sky was going to break apart and fall down. It seemed ludicrous, but why were so many of his kind believing it? How could they all be so stupid? Unless… unless there was truth to it. He looked up at the sky, but it didn’t show any signs of moving.

“Hey Drops!” another Seedot called out, angrily. “Thanks a lot! You helped to destroy the world!”

“I did not!” he called back, looking down at him. “This whole rumor about the sky falling down is ridiculous. And what have I done to help ‘destroy the world’?” He spoke the last bit with a sneer.

“You’ve hurt so many people in your selfish antics and…” he stopped, then widened his eyes. “Oh my…” he scurried away.

Drops looked up in time to see a large blue… thing come falling down from above. The… the sky was really falling! Frantic, he dropped out of the tree and tried to scurry away. But it wasn’t quite fast enough. Lady Aquis Serenade dropped right on top of him with a flourish of her fins, then bounced away like some giant bouncy ball. Drops was left with his face squashed into the dirt path.

After a second, the other Seedots came out of their hiding places. Aquis rolled back over, careful not to run anyone over. The youngest Seedot crouched down by Drops. “Did you squish him to death?”

“I should hope not,” Aquis said, tilting herself down so she could see the smaller Pokemon. “It’s all water weight to make my bounces more effective, though, so it might have been a bit much.”

An older Seedot examined him, then nudged him out of the dent he had made in dropping. “He’s alive, just unconscious. You might want to move away before he wakes back up, Aquis.”

“Sure enough. I hope this helped you.” She rolled away down the path back to the pond she was staying in.

They waited a while until Drops woke back up. “What happened to you?” one asked. “Someone get mad at you for dropping on top of them?”

“Huh?” His mind cleared, then his eyes widened in panic. “No, you guys were right! The sky really is falling!”

Going by the original plan, they all gave him quizzical looks. “How can the sky fall down?” the youngest one asked. “The sky is always up.”

“But it broke off a piece and dropped it right on top of me!” he insisted. “You guys said it was because…” he stopped as he recalled the reason given, because bad Pokemon like himself were hurting people. But he didn’t want to admit that just yet. “We’ve got to warn everybody! This threat is real.” Drops then ran off into the forest, telling any Pokemon he met that the sky was going to completely break apart and fall down.

While no one is sure what ultimately happened to Drops, no pedestrians got hit by a falling Seedot for many years after. On the other hand, Lady Aquis Serenade continued on her magnificent career, eventually becoming one of the most beloved Pokemon actresses. And she had a female Seedot as a stage partner and best friend.

...

Seedot Emerald entry: It hangs off branches and absorbs nutrients. When it finishes eating, its body becomes so heavy that it drops to the ground with a thump.

Sapphire entry: Wailmer can store water inside its body to transform itself into a ball for bouncing around on the ground. By filling itself with more water, this Pokemon can elevate the height of its bounces.

[Drifblim25]

Yay! You incorporated them into the same story! I thought that would be impossibel... /:

Anyways, now I've gotten my request, I'm gonna make you do more work! A Roselia and Carnivine entry, please!

[Ysavvryl]

Roselia's just been requested with Machamp. And oddball pairs aren't impossible, just improbable. Like this pair. Very improbable, but apparently a lot of fun together!

Chatot hits the fifty percent mark for Sinnoh! Now I gotta make sure I keep in gear and maintain my fifty percent range when Black and White 'dex entries become available...

In Process: Togekiss
On Deck: Doduo/Arceus, Machamp/Roselia, Sandslash, Carvinine
Reserve: Chimecho (Mother's Day)


MISSINGNO AND CHATOT


I was first called into a stone room, lit by torches. There was a great howling wind and constant patter of raindrops on a glass window. Every now and then, the air was broken by a clamorous burst of thunder. There were many computers around us, me and the one who had brought me to life.

He was a strange man; somehow I knew that even before I knew anyone else. He had gray and white hair that was all bushy and disorganized. Wearing black rimmed glasses, he did not seem old, but the dark circles under his eyes showed that he worked long. His pale skin showed that he worked long without seeing the sun. And he was looking over me with a wide toothy grin.

As for me… I’m still not sure what I am. I’m almost twice the height of my creator and I didn’t fit into the room with the nine foot ceiling well. I’ve never really had much of a substantial look. I’m a sort of black and white speckled mess kind of shaped like a lowercase ‘d’, if that makes any sense. And at certain parts, you can see right through me.

My creator finally spoke by saying, “Igor, do you see this? We’ve done it!”

There was a squawk from somewhere, followed by a “Yes Master!”

“We have created an entirely new Pokemon simply by manipulating the Pokeball!” He then broke into this maniacal crazed laughter that did startle me at first.

I backed off and looked around. “<Igor?>”

Off to the side, I finally spotted Igor. He was a small bird Pokemon at one foot high, with black and blue plumage. His head was topped off with a crest shaped like a musical note. Whistling, he replied, “<What?>”

“<Is, um, this normal?>”

The bird nodded. “<Yup. Give it eight… seven… six…>” I noticed that his black tail was twitching out in time with his counting backwards.

On the twitch after one, the door burst open. There was a large woman there wearing a baggy blue dress. “Craig!”

He stopped laughing. “Mrs. Pedrow, what is it now?”

“Would you cut out that stormy soundtrack and that idiotic laughter? You’re disrupting the band upstairs.”

“But it’s for atmosphere…” he complained.

“No buts. And what’s with that silly wig you’ve got on?”

Sighing, he took off the gray hair, revealing that he actually was a dark blond guy. “I’m just getting into character. Fine.” He went over to one of the computers and shut off the music program. At that point, I could hear a mariachi band playing upstairs. Now I have nothing against mariachi music, but I will agree with Craig that it wasn’t exactly appropriate to the occasion.

Over on his perch, Igor cawed softly. “<Mrs. Pedrow never fails to interrupt our coolest moments. But what can we do? She’s the landlady.>”

“And what, pray tell, is that?” the landlady asked, giving me a suspicious look. “I don’t mind your Chatot, but that is… is that a Pokemon?”

“Yes it is!” Craig said, spinning around and standing up straighter. A proud gleam was in his eyes. “This is the result of my latest experiment. Now the Pokeball stores Pokemon as electronic data, right? And people have made Porygon with purely electronic data. So I hacked into the Pokeball’s programming and figured out how it categorizes the Pokemon it captures. By manipulating those numbers, I have managed to fool the Pokeball into think it held an entirely new Pokemon. And when I released it, I got one! Isn’t it magnificent?”

She didn’t look as impressed. “What is it?”

“Uhhh…” he stalled out for a moment. “To be frank, I don’t know. But I aim to study it.”

“<What’s he mean by he wants to study me?>” I asked Igor.

“<Oh, it’s no big deal,>” he reassured me. “<He’ll want to see what you can do and what you’re like. He might have a few screws loose, but he’s a pretty cool guy.>”

“<I see.>”

“<He’ll take good care of you, like me. He teaches me stuff, like things to say. Wanna hear my favorite?>” He fluttered his wings and said, “I want your brains!” After he settled down, he added, “<Cool, huh?>”

Mrs. Pedrow was leaning on the doorframe now. “So what are you going to call it, Mr. Big Shot Scientist? You’re going to have to use something for your papers, if you even write those.”

“I will!” Craig insisted, his ears turning red in embarrassment. “I’m calling it the missing numbers experiment, so I’ll just call it Missingno.”

“Well it’d better not be destructive,” the landlady said, then left us alone.

On seeing that, I knew I wanted to help Craig. He did create me from nothing, after all. As it turned out, I didn’t have to do much for the actual study. Craig did most of the work, examining what I was doing and what the Pokeball said about me. Igor fluttered about with us. Apparently he’s Craig’s assistant, but he doesn’t do much beyond saying ‘Yes Master’ and occasionally fetching some small item when the scientist is busy. But he seems proud of his position, so I never really tease him about it.

Early on, he brought me out to a place by the main highway. It weighed large trucks, but Craig talked them into weighing me in an off moment. “The Pokeball says that she’s thirty-five hundred pounds,” he told the station manager. “But she’s a Normal and Flying type, so I can’t easily confirm this.”

“That thing weighs over a ton?” the manager said, looking at me. “She doesn’t look like much.”

“That’s what the data says. I’m not sure what it means, so I just want a confirmation.”

The manager thought, then added, “Well the weighing plate does use electrical currents to help with accuracy. Won’t that hurt her?”

Craig shook his head. “No. Even accounting for the fact that we’ll be using Roost, her weakness chart comes up identical to a straight Normal Pokemon. I’m not sure why, unless it’s some unknown ability that I haven’t identified yet.”

“<Lucky you,>” Igor said sarcastically. “<You don’t get hurt as bad by stuff that really hurts me.> He paused, then yelled down at a passing worker, “I want your brains!”

The worker jumped at that, then stared at the Chatot. He was chuckling to himself while hopping along a wire.

“We don’t have any trucks in at the moment, so let’s give it a go,” the manager said. “Have her land over in the marked area.”

Nodding, Craig came over to me. “Okay Missingno, you heard that. Go into that marked off area and use Roost.”

“We’re ready,” the manager called.

Now I don’t have a normal body like they do, being without a definable head. And for some reason, I’ve never managed to make an audible sound. I can communicate with other Pokemon just fine with some form of telepathy, but not humans. So I floated over to the marked area and used the resting skill to land on the ground.

My form condensed then so instead of a scattered mess, I became a concentrated mass. The weighing plate reacted to that. “Your data’s right!” the manager called out. “3501.4 pounds.”

“<Yowch,>” Igor said, flying over near me. “<I hope you’re not sensitive about your weight like most chicks.>”

“<Should I be?>” I asked him.

“<If you want. Just tell me so I don’t make any fat jokes around you.>”

“<Well I think we decided that I’m only female because the data says so,>” I told him as I floated back off the weighing plate. “<If the data says that I should weigh that much, it is no problem.>”

But then what am I? Craig tried getting a tissue sample off me once. That was quite the ordeal. All the little black and white bits that make up my body, more or less, keep moving around constantly. They seem to pick up speed and randomness when I’m nervous or agitated. And having heard that he meant to take a scraping of the material making up my body, I had been quite nervous. Then Igor has squawked something about being calm and I fainted.

That is a problem I’ve been having. Apparently most Pokemon fight each other to get stronger. Craig has tried to battle me against other novice Pokemon. But every time he brings me out in battle, I get so nervous that my body becomes a blur and I faint before either me or my opponent can do anything. We thought maybe I should try taking Contest classes to build up my courage. But no, those make me faint too.

I was worried for a while that this meant that I was unnatural and that Craig should have never made me. But he seemed to notice my worry and told me it was okay. As I was alive and it was obvious that I was thinking and communicating with others, I deserved a chance to live like any other. He just wants to know what I am and what about the Pokeball’s technology made me this way.

On the other hand, Igor joked about everything, teasing me that someday the townsfolk would come for us with torches and pitchforks, like every other mad scientist, mad assistant, and mad scientist’s experiment ever. But I know that he’s my friend too. If other Pokemon ever tried to hassle me, he would intervene before I got worked up enough to faint again. He just says to make sure that I’m still floating before I faint, or else I’ll collapse onto somebody and crush them to death. I hope he’s just exaggerating about that.

Well they never came after us with torches and pitchforks. But one day, the police came to Craig’s apartment. The guy who lives above us, the one in the mariachi band, he complained that we were a public nuisance. They eventually decided that Craig’s experiments were dangerous, immoral, and illegal. With that, they arrested him and confiscated both me and Igor.

So here I am in a prison cell of my own. They don’t know what I can do or what I am, so they decided to be safe and hold me here. Still, I miss Craig and Igor. I want to protect them, even if I’m not very good at it. But on looking around, I think I can break the bars holding me in. If I hold onto them and use Roost, I’m pretty sure I can crush them. I won’t be able to fight the guard Pokemon, but if I can locate Igor, we might be able to get out and figure out where they’re holding Craig. I’m sure the Chatot is around. I hear him taunting the guards every now and then from down the hall.

I’m not too sure this will work, though. If I make a mistake, I’ll just faint and be recaptured. But I want to try, for my friends… family, sort of. I got worried that I might be destroyed if I fail, so I wrote down this short record. That way, I’ve left something of me behind to prove that I existed.

I’m going to try breaking out of jail now. Wish me luck.

...

Missingno/?????????? Emerald entry: This is a newly discovered Pokemon. It is currently under investigation. No detailed information is available at this time.

Chatot Pearl entry: It keeps rhythm by flicking its tail feathers like a metronome. It imitates human speech.

[Missingno. Master]

GOOD LUCK, MISSINGNO.!

Good story. Very good story. I like how you incorporated Missingno.'s height and weight.

And please tell me that you will someday do a sequel to this, where Missingno. successfully breaks out of jail and learns to battle with confidence. That would be *bleep*ing epic!

[Wordy]

Wow. These are pretty good. You're using the Pokedex entries as a basis, but then expanding them into their own little stories. I particularly enjoyed the Torchic one (d'awww), but the Wurmple, Dustox and Beautifly one was pretty cute as well. Not to mention the Cocoons.

Ooh. Now then, could I request the pair from Gen III that are the only ones related to those from an older generation- namely Azurill and Wynaut? I imagine them being a cute little pairing. Of course, this is only just if you don't have too much on your plate already.

[Drifblim25]

I loved Chatot here "I want your brains!" and how you used him with Missingno. Missingno. of all things! (I can't wait for Missingno. Master to see this)

[The_Shuppeteer_]

Yeah, the Missingno one rocked. Just imagining a Chatot saying "I want your braaaains"
made me spasm with laughter. I also like how you corporated a gender into Missingno--I hope she lives happily ever after at the end.
I agree, a sequel would be pretty epic. Keep up the work, Ysaavryl! You have a fan in me!

[mattman324]

GOOD LUCK, MISSINGNO.!

Agreed. GOGOGO!

I loved the description of Missingno. It worked really well in my opinion!

[Missingno. Master]

I loved Chatot here "I want your brains!" and how you used him with Missingno. Missingno. of all things! (I can't wait for Missingno. Master to see this)

Look two posts above yours.

[LadyMiir]

Might I request a Rapidash/Luxray one? Please and thank you!

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Hmm i expected something more for missingno... must have been a glitch.... I cant wait until you post the REAL missingno story....unless I glitched.....i hope you glitched and not me.... (forgive me I just dragged dialga out of time and I am not in a good mood....) Anyways... I liked the seedot one. I just wish it was a whalord... now THAT would be a good one... Until next time- (time vortex opens up) OH NO NOT AGAIN (I jump in as a small pichu falls out) "WOW! I just time traveled. I should get a cool name for that! i think I will be called Timetraveler: Pichu!!! Huh? Whats this? oh no I'm far into the future..." (the pichu steps on a thunderstone: Evolution is immediate) "OK now my name just looks silly now that I'm a pikachu..." And that is how I came to be.... (I do weird things when I'm reviewing... I should write a story and get this junk out of my head.....)