This choice: You're presented to the kids and their starters. • Go Back...Chapter #7Squirtle Charmander and Bulbasaur's first tinyhunt by: sneakyk   {Pokemon preds. Male and female human preds, some young.}
Trapped. Trapped by your own naivety. You finally give up trying to force your way out of the container and simply lie down against the edge of your container and look at the chocolate piece with shame. This is all it took to goad you into bartering away your freedom...and quit possibly your life. Part of you wants to believe that your predicament isn't as bad as it seems at a glance. Would anyone really invite a Pokemon to play with a tiny human? Looking at the silhouettes of the Pokemon decals, you still find it hard to imagine someone flinging you into the clutches of a Cyndaquil or something of the like, and nearly as hard to believe that a trained Pokemon would so readily devour a human.
But trained pets eat vermin all the time, and if that's truly how you are counted in this twisted world of giants, you'll have to acknowledge the dreadful possibility that a death sentence awaits the moment you are plucked out of your prison. You turn your attention back to the piece of chocolate and begin snacking on it again. You might as well, given how much trouble you got yourself in getting it. As you eat the chocolate you can hear voices. "So...are you all ready for your first Pokemon battles?" The imposing but muffled voice of an adult male from outside the drawer. "Yeah" "YEP!" "You bet" Three childish voices sound out in cacophonous unison. The adult continues "Great ! You know, I had my first Pokemon Battle here in this very room. " "Oh ! oh! This is where you first fought red, Right?" The voice of one of the children, a girl, replies, the child clearly proud of herself. "That's right. I fought my best friend and rival right here, hah. He...got lucky." The grown-up, no doubt Blue of Pokemon League fame, responds, the kids giggling at his excuse.
Blue soon begins to explain that the kids will be getting one round against each of the others, leading to three matches in total. As he explains to them a bit about the rules, you hear the sounds of distant footsteps. Thud. Thud. THUD. THUD. THUD. Could it be? Is someone headed your way? The thuds grow louder and louder, until you can heel their reverberations shaking your prison. Suddenly, you hear a horrific noise as light floods into the confines of the drawer. Someone's opening it up.
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Looking up, you can see through the transparent walls of your container the face of a young woman in her 20s with
light brown hair medium-long and a gentle smile on her face. Her enormous hand reaches down for your container immediately, seizing your entire prison up and lifting it up before her face. She peers into your prison and waves to you, gazing at you, her enormous lips still curled into a smile. You hop up and down and gesture for her to let you out.
Daisy Oak is unable to contain herself as she lets out a little giggle at the funny little tiny that thinks she will bend to its will. She presses one of her fingertips against the container and simply smiles down at you without saying a word. As Blue begins wrapping up his primer on Pokemon battles, Daisy sets your container down on a countertop and rests her rear on the edge of it, right in front of you. You can see the curves of her backside against the white labcoat she's wearing and briefly contemplate what it would be like for one of these 'giants' to sit on you. Your mind also thinks back to the way she behaved
Before you can think too deeply on it, your thoughts are interrupted by her speaking up. "Hey brother, wait. Wait. I have a better idea." "Better than battling? What are you..." "Here! It looks like a little tiny got itself caught~."
'A tiny?' You think to yourself. 'Got itself caught?' Oh no, your worst suspicions are confirmed. You really are little better than vermin to these giants....and by the sounds of it, you're hardly the first. This can only mean that....
"Oh! Ha. Little thing has good timing. Hey kiddos. I know you all want to battle but...I think you're gonna like this competition even better. Besides, it'll give a chance for you to bond with your Pokemon before they start bashing each other in. So! My sis caught a tiny. We're gonna set it down between you're Pokemon, and we're going to see which one catches it! Assuming that's what you were thinking, sis." Blue says. His sister nods before lifting your container before her eyes "Mhm. " she wags a finger in front of you. "Sorry little guy, but this is what happens to little tinies who try to steal their way into a free meal without asking first~ " You scream out in horror and pound your fists against the container to no avail. THUD. THUD. She's carrying you towards the middle of the room.
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD. The kids all break into a dash towards her and practically thrust their faces i front of your container, three gradeschool giants peering at you with their youthful faces. "Hi little person! My Charmander's gonna cook you up!" "No no! You're gonna be Squirtle's chewtoy." "Nah! Bulbasaur's gonna snag with his super cool vines then you're gonna be...uh...do Grass type Pokemon even poop?" They're really going to do it! All of the kids are ready and eager to throw you to the wolves, as adorable as these 'wolves' may be!
A mature female voice, that of a long haired Scientist in her thirties, chimes in to answer the third kid's question. "Well, Trace, that depends on the Grass type. For what it's worth, yes Bulbasaur does poop if it chooses to eat. Keep in mind that not all Grass types do. Bellsprout over here, for example, simply liquifies them and drools out whatever's left " "Ohoh~ the tiny's gonna be plant poop" The other kids snicker at the idea. Th...this is insane!
"Can I see that?" The scientist asks. Daisy nods and hands you over. "Mmm...do you see that kids? The little thing has been tearing into that piece of chocolate over there. Believe it or not, tinies like this are a bit biologically different than humans. If they ingest certain types of food, such as chocolate, they'll adopt its flavor. " "So you mean it'll taste like chocolate." "And maybe a few other things . Can't be sure what it's eaten before."
You look over at the chocolate and frown. Could what she's saying be true? Is your tiny size not the only thing differentiating you from them? What are you? What did those mysterious giants do to you? Your mind struggles to come to grip with the seemingly impossible situation you've been thrust into. This has to be a dream. This can't be real. It can't.
But reality marches on. The scientist hands you back to Daisy, who sets your container on the ground. Her brother speaks up as he lays out the rules for a contest that might as well be your execution.
Blue begins to organize the game. "Ok everybody. Chase, I want you and your Charmander over here. Trace, you and Bulbasaur over there. Elaine, you and Squirtle over there." THUD THUD THUD THUD. A storms of THUDDING sounds can be heard as the kids and their Pokemon get into place. Daisy lifts your container up and remove the lid. You curl up into a ball in the corner of your prison, not wanting to get grabbed. "Ok! Get your Pokemon to step in front of you . On the count of ten, they'll each be allowed to go after the tiny. The winner is the person whose Pokemon catches or kills the tiny. " The kids all nod. "Ok squirtle...you heard the man...if we're careful and work together you'll get a new toy!" "Come on Bulbasaur...we've got this in the bag! That little tiny's as good as ours." "Hey Charmander....let's win this one together. Just think...the little thing tastes like chocolate!
Blue begins counting down. As he hits 6, Daisy removes the lid of your container. A second later, she dumps you out of the container and onto the enormous open floor of the lab. Turning around, you see the three Kanto starters looming in the distance, their gradeschool trainers looming even higher. The Pokemon are the more pressing concern, of course, though those kids enormous sneakers are enough to send chills down your spine on their own!
You begin turning to look at the giant Pokemon around you. They've formed around you in a perfect triangle, leaving you feeling fully cornered. What's more, you can only turn to face one at a time...meaning it'll be impossible to prevent yourself from getting back-attacked once the game begins
Charmander is a full eight times your height and and has a broader build than you do. This is easily enough to put a T-rex to shame. His maw is agape, droplets of steaming-hot saliva dripping out of it and splashing onto the floor below. His eyes are fixated on you, and you can hear the sound of him sniffing at the air, taking in your sweet scent. The Fire type shifts about in place as he eyes you, his flaming tail crackling ominously. He's clearly eager to get a chance to capture and perhaps eat you.
The Bulbasaur,unlike the others, naturally stands on all fours. Despite this, it's only a little shorter than the Charmander is, should one factor out its bulb. Simply put, the quadruped is practically building-sized compared to you. It's smiling at you with the goofiest, most innocent grin, clearly ready to claim you as a simple toy. Vines have already emerged from its bulb. You know from experience jut how dangerous a Grass type's vines can be to someone of your toy-sized scale.
Finally, the Squirtle stands at a similar height to the Charmander, though is a touch smaller. In exchange, though, it is significantly wider across. Its stocky build is nothing to scoff at, giving it an almost brutish air despite its adorable appearance. The overpowering Water type tilts its head at you in intrigue, licking at its muzzle instinctively as it observes you.
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