Wonderwall: Chapter Five by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Five
"So let me get this straight. You're her Starter."
"Right."
"But you're not really her Starter, just her... temporary bodyguard?"
"Yes."
It sounds dumb when you explain it, but that's what I have to do: until I get off of this team, I have to repeat this song and dance so that every member knows that my place on the team is different than [i]their[/i] place. True builds a team; she brings me back to Pallet; I get to continue doing what I was doing before and wait for True to come home, preferably not dead.
The walk back to Pallet is short, thank Arceus, but it's long enough to explain to Kerri just what she had gotten herself into.
"You know
Wonderwall: Chapter Six by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Six
Seeing the damage you've done outside of a rage is an odd experience. Long gashes mark the trunk of a tree close to the white fence separating Pallet from Route One, so deep that I can almost see the inner flesh of the tree. There are scorch marks littering the ground, and patches of burned-away grass.
"You're saying... I did this?" I ask. There's a lump in my throat, and despite clearing it several times, it doesn't quite go away.
"Well unless there's been another delirious Pokémon around here recently, I think the signs all point to you, asshole."
"Kerri, enough," True says. Kerri shrugs, but, to my relief, she shuts up. True looks do
Wonderwall: Chapter Seven by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Seven
For the first few seconds, Viridian Forest was actually pretty peaceful; I could hear a few Pidgey chirping, the sun was hidden just enough so that it wasn't too cool, but not too warm; and there was a gentle breeze that brushed against my cheeks. The four of stood there for a few moments, enjoying the serene atmosphere—
But immediately it seemed that the entire forest shrieked, "BATTLE US!" and suddenly there were bug catchers.
Everywhere I looked I could see yellow straw hats and nets. No wonder that Pidgeotto was so freaked out and desperate to hunt out of here. I shudder; Peter shrieks and scurries up to perch on True, who looks ju
Wonderwall: Chapter Eight by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Eight
"Now you've just got to concentrate on the target, bro. Feel that energy in your body and just—go!"
A bolt of white energy releases from the larger Pikachu, aiming straight for the young sapling. The tiny tree has no chance; when the Thunderbolt crackles away into nothingness, there's only a shriveled-up twig to hint at what once was.
It's the most terrifying thing I've ever seen—but it is so cool!
"I don't think I can do that, Al," I say nervously, looking down at the ground.
Al rolls his green eyes, the pale freckles on his arms popping out as he crosses his arms. "You won't with that kind of attitude, kid. You just gotta keep t