Hey guys, I'm epicninjask123, a relative novice as a writer who still enjoys doing it. I once had a few stories posted on the forums but they got much too repetitive for me and I never finished them. However, I am writing some now that I happen to like much more and will actually finish.
This first one is about three friends I modeled after me and my two best friends, with some minor differences here and there. A few things I'd like to clear up are that they live in Virbank City, which as all B2W2 players know is right outside PokeStar Studios, so that's where I started the story. Also, the plot doesn't really show within the first couple of chapters, if it will even show. The story is mainly about the boys and how they go their separate ways but still manage to retain their friendship.
Finally, Jake drinks soda--a lot of soda--and this will actually affect some things about the story. Maybe it's not too influencial and that it's only there for comic relief, but oh wel... This won't be a particularly long fanfic (heck, this intro was probably longer) but I hope you guys enjoy.
“That movie was lame! I can’t believe you made me sit through that!” Spencer was infuriated.
“Oh come now, Spence,” replied Jake. “I will agree the plot was a little dry…”
“Dry? That was the bore of the century right there!”
“Well, Michael liked it, so I thought we would too.”
As the two boys shuffled through the crowd of people exiting the theater, they discussed what they would tell Michael.
“We can’t let him know we didn’t like it; you know how emotional he gets,” Jake stated as they rounded the sidewalk onto East Spring Avenue.
“You have a point, but we need to figure out how we’ll respond if he asks us about it.”
“Hey guys, how was the movie?”
“Too late for that…” remarked Jake as Michael ran out of his house and greeted them.
“I’m not gonna lie,” started Spencer, “It was disappointing.”
“How could you say that? Brycen did an amazing job as the criminal leader!”
“Well, Michael,” said Jake, “He did better than all of the other actors put together.” Jake cleared his throat as he continued. “That, and remember the plot twist at the end? I saw it coming a mile away.”
“Oh…” calmly replied Michael. “Well do you wanna come spend the night?”
“If we can watch a good movie, sure!” said Spencer.
“Count me in!” said Jake.
All three of the boys dozed off halfway through the film. It was about 2 a.m. when Spencer finally awoke. “Wow…” he said. “Some dream… I was in a movie—a good movie!—and, above that, I was the star!” Suddenly, Spencer started shaking his two friends. “Wake up you two!”
“Gah!” exclaimed Michael.
“What was that for?” shouted Jake. “What time is it anyway?”
“That’s not important,” said Spencer. “I have an idea! PokeStar Studios is just up the road, so let’s audition for a movie!”
“No offense, Spence, but I’m tired of movies for right now…” replied Jake.
“I’m just tired…” Michael responded.
“Okay… Well how about we write a script?”
“Just go to bed Spence…”
“Just go to bed!” both boys yelled in unison.
Spencer reluctantly agreed, seeing as though his friends fell back asleep without a moment’s hesitation. That’s okay… he thought. They’ll listen in the morning…
“Geez, how long can it take to process those forms?” said Spencer impatiently. He finally got Michael and Jake to come with him, but Jake wouldn’t audition with them.
“How long has it been already? Two hours” asked Michael.
Jake just sat to the left of them and nonchalantly sipped a soda. “Actually, it has been an hour and 35 minutes, but who’s counting?” he replied, continuing to sip his beverage.
Suddenly the door in the waiting room opened and a woman walked out who called out, “Spencer and Michael, it’s your turn.”
The three boys got up. “Good luck,” said Jake, finishing his soda. “I’m gonna get another drink. You want anything?”
“Popcorn!” said Spencer and Michael simuktaneously.
“Oh haha…” said Jake sarcastically. “Popcorn at the movies—how original!” Then, with a smirk, he said, “Knock ‘em dead!” and the three parted ways.
Jake slurped the last of his third beverage while waiting for his friends to finish. “Geez, how much ice do they put into these things?” At that point, his two friends walked out of the studio and into the lobby. “Oh, hey guys! How was it?” Spencer and Michael threw their reports at Jake. Jake skimmed them over, and it appeared that neither of them passed.
“Can you believe it?” asked Michael.
“How could they reject us?” shouted Spencer.
Jake paused for a moment, reading through the last of the reports. “Nope, I can believe it,” he said. “It says here all you have to do is win a Pokemon battle and neither of you knocked out a single opponent. It says right here, Spencer, that you tried to attack a Krokorok with an electric-type move! Everyone knows that ground-types are immune to electric attacks!”
“I didn’t know what moves that Pokemon had!” responded Spencer.
“True…” said Jake. “But since you rented a Pokemon, didn’t they give you a list of attacks it knew?”
“Those auditions must be rigged,” said Spencer, blatantly ignoring Jake’s question.
“Yeah,” agreed Michael.
“I mean, I can understand why you didn’t get in, but how could they say no to me?”
“Yeah. Wait, what did you just say?”
“Guys,” interjected Jake before the fight could ensue. “Those auditions can’t be rigged, and, to prove it, I’ll audition.”
“Like you even stand a chance,” said Spencer. “You only have your Duosion and the rental Pokemon don’t do squat!”
But Jake didn’t listen. He passionately walked up to the reception lady and motioned for her to give him the forms, which he filled out. 30 minutes and three large sodas later, Jake was called into the auditioning room.
Jake told Michael and Spencer to wait outside, yet the two could barely sit still as they vaguely heard Jake spout off wave after wave of commands to his Pokemon. Finally, the two snuck inside the auditioning room. Jake noticed, but he was too engaged to care.
“Psyshock!” he called. “Now focus blast! Recast trick room!”
Duosion knew what to expect from its longtime trainer and friend. It had summoned numerous spheres of energy around a Blissey that it knew would faint due to its low defense, flung a huge orb of power towards a Bisharp knowing that it was resistant to its other attacks, then warped reality to protect itself from a speeding Ninjask. With the Ninjask’s low defensive capabilities, it was gone as soon as Jake snapped his fingers, a commonplace signal for Duosion to unleash a finishing blow.
“Bravo!” chanted the two directors.
“A full fifteen minutes!” said the first. “I’ve never seen such battling prowess!”
“You’re a natural!” said the second. “We could use a prodigy like you to play the role of the hero’s rival!”
“Sure thing,” replied Jake, who then looked over to his friends and said, “See? I told you they weren’t rigged.”
“Wonderful,” said the first director. “Absolutely incredible. Here’s the script.” The director handed Jake a large clump of papers. “We’ll be shooting scene three tomorrow at noon so be sure to show up!” And with that being said, the directors shoved the three out of the room.