Author's Notes: Hey guys!
So I've been enthusiastic about writing battle scenes, but I have zero experience in that field. So, I figured I'd start off with something light, and thus, the birth of this fic.
It's nothing too serious, more of a way for me to get back into writing, but I thought I'd put it out and see what you kind people of the SPPF Fanfiction forums would say. Hope you enjoy! (:
Title: A Quick One While She's Away
Rating: G. It's really supposed to be a simple, cute little thing.
Point of View: Third Person
Summary: All is fun and games until Professor Juniper decides to leave the three, young starter Pokemon alone. That's when things get serious!
“Alright, guys! You three behave while I get you all some dinner, ok? I’ll be right back!”
The kind professor walked out of the small room, her white lab coat flowing behind her, as an orange, pig-like Pokemon, a green, snake-like Pokemon, and a white and blue otter-like Pokemon chirped their compliance. The room itself was pretty plain, containing only a small couch for sitting, and a table with the three forms atop. The walls were all white, decorated with a few paintings of trees, and a single potted plant in the corner.
The pig-like Pokemon noticed the professor's disheveled brown hair, a sharp contrast to earlier that morning when it had been neatly swirled upwards and kept. After all, he and his companions were a handful to take care of; no one could get out without so much as a scratch.
Amused at the thought, and determined to prove his point, the orange Pokemon lightly bumped into one of his companions. The green, snake-like Pokemon, not amused by the pig-like Pokemon’s sudden rudeness, slapped the red ball at the end of the pig’s coil-like tail.
“Cut it out, Tepig! Professor Juniper’s going to get mad if we start fighting again!” the third Pokemon pleaded, placing its otter-like form between the two.
Tepig glared at the white and blue otter-like Pokemon, and puffed a cloud of smoke at it. Grinning menacingly, Tepig taunted it. “Oh, Oshawott. Thank you for reminding me again. I completely forgot the professor told us to behave. What would I ever do without you?”
Oshawott smiled, oblivious to the sarcasm in the Fire Pig’s voice, and replied, “Oh, don’t mention it, Tepig. I just want to help! After all, our trainers are going to pick us up soon and-“
“Oshawott, he’s being sarcastic!” the snake-like Pokemon yelled, shaking Oshawott as she cut him off with her dainty green arms.
“Wha? Why would Tepig do that?” Oshawott asked, tears forming in his eyes as he looked at Tepig for an answer.
Tepig paused a second, momentarily disheartened by the look on his Water-type friend, but shook it off. He was a strong Pokemon, and strong Pokemon were not so easily discouraged.
“Because it’s funny, Oshawott! You’re so easily tricked! And come on, Snivy, lighten up! I was just showing you how unprepared you are to be chosen by a trainer. You need to be more alert! What trainer would pick a dopey Pokemon? I was just helping you out!”
Tepig forced a laugh, oblivious as his two companions growled at him.
“See, Oshawott? Tepig was being a jerk!” Snivy said through clenched teeth, gearing up for the attack that she would soon launch. Oshawott nodded, tears now flowing lightly from his eyes, but the hurt on his face vanished, and was replaced with anger. Oshawott geared himself for his own attack and slowly took his scalchop off of his stomach.
Tepig finally stopped laughing, and noted the looks of anger on their faces. “Uh… Guys? Uh… Obviously I was joking. No need to be so serious. You two really need to lighten up. No trainer would pick you two if that’s your attitude.”
He realized too late that this was the wrong response.
Snivy moved first. Dashing forward, she whipped her leafy tail around and smacked Tepig in the general area of the head, knocking him off the table. “That’s,” Snivy said smugly, completing her spin and looking down at the fallen Tepig, “for tackling my tail.”
Tepig growled as he recovered, hopping to all fours. “That’s it! I’m gonna-“ he began, stomping his foot on the floor, but was cut off as Oshawott’s scalchop slammed into the other side of his head.
Oshawott leapt off the table, and onto the wooden floor, rolling as he grabbed his scalchop from where it lay next to Tepig. “You big meanie!” Oshawott yelled, wacking Tepig some more with the scalchop.
“Cut! It! Out!” Tepig yelled, before ramming his head past the flurry of scalchop and paw, and into Oshawott’s now unprotected stomach. The force sent him toppling into the leg of the table, which Snivy was still standing on, breaking it.
Tumbling off the falling table, Snivy fell on top of Oshawott. “Of course I’d land on Oshawott…” she muttered, cringing as she stood back up. Oshawott was unable to say the same, as he lay, eyes closed and mouth opened.
“HA! Come on, Oshawott! Are you serious? No trainer’s going to pick you if that’s all you got!” Tepig exclaimed, a little more confident now, having knocked out one opponent and injuring the other, all with one attack.
Snivy stood at full height, glaring daggers at her cocky companion.
“Want some more, Snivy? Then bring it! Hit me with your best shot!” Tepig stomped his foot down, as if to charge for a tackle.
Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated her next course of action. Tepig continued stomping his foot. “Come on, Snivy! I’m getting bored here! Hellooo? Knock, knock; still there?”
Tepig finally gave up. “Alright, if you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you!”
He charged forward, and nearly connected with his target. But Snivy was quick, and leapt over Tepig’s head last second. He skidded to a halt, and turned, searching for where Snivy had landed. To his confusion, Snivy was nowhere to be found.
Tepig had just enough time to lift his head and see a tornado of leaves erupt from Snivy’s swinging tail before being knocked ferociously backwards, losing all sense of direction. Snivy landed with a soft ‘thud,’ in front of Tepig, who lay in the remains of the potted plant, which had toppled over on top of him.
“I thought you were going to come to me?” Snivy asked, grinning.
Tepig began to rise, causing the plant to roll off of him, causing Snivy to brace herself, and groaned. Snivy smiled at this. “Not so tough now, are you, you fat jerk?”
Tepig immediately tensed as he heard this, and began yelling. “NO ONE! CALLS! ME! FAT!!”
Angrily taking a deep breath, he willed the warmth overflowing within him to concentrate into one area; his snout. Feeling the heat within begin to build up, he puffed it out, shooting balls of fire towards his Grass Snake opponent, who had noticed what Tepig was doing and protected her body with her tail. While it pained her both literally and emotionally to allow her tail to be damaged that way, it was for the best, she had decided.
However, Tepig didn’t stop there. As soon as he had finished spewing out embers, he charged at Snivy, hoping to take her off guard. He did. The tackle connected, and sent Snivy flying into the painting of a tree that had hung on the wall next to where the table once stood. The Grass-type Pokemon and the painting both fell to the ground with a thud.
Unbeknownst to the other two, Oshawott had finally woken up. Seeing the turmoil that had erupted while he was incapacitated, a knot formed in his throat and his body began to freeze with fear. He had never dealt with a situation like this, where total chaos ran rampant. So many things could happen. He could be the victim of a stray attack, or one of the others might get hurt, or the Professor might walk in and get mad, or or… This was too much for a two month old Oshawott! He didn’t know what to do!
So he did the only thing that he could do in that situation. He cried; loudly.
The crying caught Tepig’s attention, causing him to smirk. He had broken Oshawott. That was one less opponent to worry about. “Aw, don’t cry, you little baby. You’ll have plenty of time to do that when the trainers come in and don’t pick you.” He stuck his tongue out at Oshawott for emphasis.
Oshawott suddenly stopped crying, and began shaking. Snivy had just gotten the painting off of her when she noticed what was happening. “Oshawott, don’t!” she cried, rushing towards the Water type in hopes of calming him down, but she wasn’t fast enough.
Oshawott unleashed a torrent of jet-streamed water aimed at the Fire Pig from his mouth. Unfortunately for Snivy, she was in the trajectory of the powerful blast of water, and was blasted by the powerful jet of water. Tepig was hit by both the Water Gun and Snivy a second later.
“What’s going on here?” a voice full of worry said suddenly. A human voice.
The professor was back.
She stared, momentarily dumbfounded by the scene in front of her. Of the three paintings, only two were still hanging. The one that had fallen had a small hole right through the center of it, as well as a few burn marks, and lay on the floor. It was still on fire, although the embers were small, and were likely to extinguish on their own. The table that the three Pokemon had been sitting on lay on the ground, legs up, with one leg broken off, and was also scorched. Tepig and Snivy lay in front of that same wall as the painting, unconscious and drenched in water. Oshawott, for some reason, also lay passed out in front of the table.
The room was, in short, wrecked.
“Oh guys…” she said, dropping her face into the palm of her hand, and walked off to get a broom.
And that's that! Thanks for reading! What'd you all think? Hopefully it wasn't too bad. XP