Some of you may recognize me from around the forums, dabbling in sprites at the WSC, popping in for a Game or two, from the ASB, my typical hangout, or even as the author of the long-abandoned "Stir Crazy". Well, today, I present you another piece of fan fiction that I've concocted as my third venture into chaptered Pokemon fiction.
For the one or two of you who are wondering, I've been writing here and there since my stint with Stir Crazy a few years ago, and have been primarily dealing in original works. I've always enjoyed writing Pokemon stories, however, as they give me a base from which to start on and mold as I see fit. I recently decided to make a return to the community on a whim, and have cooked up this idea out of thin air.
Provided, this is the first time in a long while that I have dealt with legitimate fan fiction, and the first time I've composed a sizable portion of anything, so forgive me if I seem a little ignorant. However, I think I'm experienced enough in general to understand most of the process around here.
*sticks general fanfiction nessecities in here for later*
Without further ado, I give you...
Henry Silph fell heavily into the oversized cushions of his plush sofa, reaching for the remote buried beneath large, fluffy pillows. After a moment of searching, he managed to locate it, flipping his wide-screen television on.
“…the captain expects it to be a smooth sailing for the recently christened liner…” the reporter said, as a picture of a rusty boat captain reviewing a series of charts on a table flashed across the screen.
From the other room, Scamp the Arcanine came bounding in, and swiftly joined his master on the couch, panting happily as he put his shining white mane into Henry’s lap.
“Hey, buddy,” he greeted his trusted Arcanine affectionately, rubbing his head.
“Boy, I’ve had a long day…” Henry thought, “That guy from Viridian was quite a character. Acting like he can just waltz in and buy the best Pokéball technology in development. Hell, that thing’ll never be on the market. I don’t know what he’s thinkin’, tryin’ to snatch up that prototype.”
He turned his attention to the news once again, who had transitioned to their next story, showing a picture of some meeting with a bunch of eccentric-looking characters and two men in suits shaking hands.
“Talks on the newly developed Johto League about their Champion and Elite Four arrangements began today between the newly formed Johto Gym Leaders Council and Kanto’s Council.” the reporter droned, “Lance, the current champion and former Blackthorn Gym Leader during its short-lived incorporation into the Indigo League, was there, talking with various officials and top trainers to finalize a list of appointments for the Gyms to be instated within the next few months…”
Suddenly, Scamp’s ears perked up as he raised his head to stare at something in the adjacent hallway.
“What’s up?” Henry inquired, running a hand through his thick coat.
Scamp suddenly jumped from the couch, barking wildly as he pealed towards the corridor.
“Hey, what’s wrong, buddy?” Henry asked as Scamp turned the corner, still barking furiously.
When the Arcanine didn’t respond, he got to his feet slowly, peering towards the window-lined passageway as the barking echoed loudly through the apartment. After a few seconds, the barking began to die away. Now even more curious, Henry shuffled down the hallway warily, trying to catch a glimpse of Scamp in the distance.
“Scamp, buddy!” he called as he slowly walked through the passage, his only light coming from the city below.
As he came towards the end of the hallway, he could see Scamp lying at the front door, curled up on the black marble floor. For a moment, he was assuaged by the image of his faithful companion sleeping peacefully at the doorstep. However, his happy thought faded as he saw the flicker of a human-like form out of the corner of his eye.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening.
A large, bulky arm gripped at his neck, holding him with surprising strength and cutting off his airway. Desperately, his arms flew to meet it, meagerly pulling at the thick limb suffocating him.
“I-I’ll give you anything you want!” he choked, flailing and writhing under his captor’s grip, “Jus-just don’t hurt me!”
Henry suddenly felt as if his mind was being invaded. He felt some strange force pull violently at his thoughts, and his oxygen-deprived brain struggled to comprehend what was happening.
Oh, you’ve already given me everything I need. A voice rang ominously inside Henry’s head.
Confused and gasping for air, Henry thrash and called for Scamp with what little breath he could muster.
It’s no use. He can’t hear you.
Another torrent of panic sprung up in his gut.
Don’t worry, he’s just asleep. I’m afraid that you won’t be as fortunate. I’ll make sure that he’s attended to in your absence.
Another thick arm drew up to his neck. In the three-fingered hand, a contorted spoon was held tightly, twinkling almost beautifully in the multicolor light from the window. Henry became even more confused; a guy breaks into his house, somehow puts his Arcanine to sleep, and threatens him with silverware? But, what if this wasn’t a guy, but-
The cold voice bit into his consciousness once again as the spoon began to glow an eerie black.
Good-bye, Mr. Silph.
The twisted flatware was swiftly drawn across his neck. Henry Silph collapsed onto the floor, painting the sparkling marble with a splatter of red.