This choice: Run like your life depends on it. • Go Back...Chapter #8Squirtle's first catch. by: sneakyk   Once you were tossed onto the floor below, you had a brief window to escape once you had been tossed out of the container. Had you swiftly regained your composure and acted on it, perhaps you would have managed to get a three second head start towards the doorway or possibly some other cover. But instead of fleeing immediately, you've dawdled about in the off hope that the giants would call off the game. That this turn out to be some sort of cruel prank, secret test of character, warning about the dangers of trespassing, or best of all a mere dream.
Rest assured, the game is not about to be called off. None of them have any qualms in making blood-sport of the tiny human vermin before them. Your fearful thumb twiddling got you no closer to an exit, and now the towering trifecta of rookie Pokemon stand poised to vie for the chance to lay claim to your tiny body. "Come on Charmander! Rush 'em down and Scratch em up!" The capped boy is the first to issue an order. The Charmander hardly needs any encouragement. With a mighty THUD it takes a slow, lumbering, almost toddling step towards your tiny form. The other boy is quick to issue an order as well. "C'mon Bulbasaur! Get 'em with a Vine Whip!" he commands. You swiftly turn your attention towards the Bulbasaur, who is already shifting his vines in preparation for an attack. His tongue hangs from his mouth, saliva trickling off of it. .. THUD. THUD. THUD. The Charmander's footfalls carry the same ferocity of artillery fire, the rumbling of the ground shaking your vision and making it damn hard to focus on the playful predator before you.
"Come on Squirtle, go get em!" The young girl commands, evidently no more concerned about your wellbeing than the boys. With all three predators having been sicked on you, your find your field of vision woefully inadequate for the task at hand. The threat of capture and death (or, rather, playing and snacking, from the giants' perspective) is going to constantly hang over your back until you get to a much better position. But for now, you'll have to take it one step at a time.
Eyeballing the Bulbasaur's vines, you catch a glimpse of him pulling one of them back. You quickly leap to the side. KTHWHIPPPP. A mighty burst of sound explodes to your right as the Bulbasaur's whiplike vine cracks forward and smashes against the flooring. " No way...he dodged it!" The Bulbasaur's' master exclaims. You have no time to celebrate, however, as a mighty THUD shakes you off of your feet. Flipping onto your back and turning to the source of the noise, you catch a glimpse of one of the Charmander's footpaws resting just inches away from your position. Turning your gaze up and trying to ignore the booming THUDs of the out of sight Squirtle, you see the Charmander leaning forward over you, grinning menacingly. "Chaaaaar" it bellows, the very air between you and the creature's muzzle distorting from the heat. In one swift motion the Charmander swings a handpaw right down for you. You give out a terrified squeak of a yell as you scramble backwards. The Charmander's swing misses you, but the attack proves more than a mere swing. Cutting edges of energy burst from the tips of his digits, tear through the air, and strike the ground right in front of you, just narrowly failing to draw blood. Letting out a terrified heave, you scramble to get onto your feet.
Right as you get up, you are met with a blue wall of flesh heading right your way. "Squirtle!" The enormous turtle Pokemon cries out in pride as his footpaw smashes down onto you with the force of a dozen football players and pins you onto the lab floor, leaving your body stuck on its back and your face mashed firmly against the creature's foot, which tastes of an odd mix of sweat and soap. The Squirtle slides his paw back painfully over your tiny body, until your head is just barely visible from between his digits. "Good going Squirtle. Now get him in your mouth and this battle's as good as finished!" His trainer commands, directly giving him the apparent go ahead to devour you. You attempt to scream out a reasoned, if panicked, argument for your continued existence, but are promptly interrupted by the Squirtle's descending hand. He grabs you and dramatically flicks you into the air. As you hurtle upwards, you can see the Squirtle's maw below, agape, tongue waiting to catch you.
"Bulbasaur, catch him with your vine, now!" The Bulbasaur's vine suddenly lashes out and snags you just as you hit the apex of your ascent. The tentacle-like vine squeezes tight around your body and slowly retracts towards the gigantic quadruped. "Saaaur~" He squeals with delight as he reels you in like a fisherman would a particularly wimpy fish, opening his mouth as you draw closer. Before you can get gulped, the Squirtle seizes the vine in his clutches and brings it before his mouth, poised to try to bite you off of it. "Charmander! Burn the vine with Ember!" The capped boy commands. The prospect of getting freed from the Bulbasaur's grip and the Squirtle's approaching mouth would be alluring were it not for the fact that the boy's method could see you set ablaze. "Chaaaaaar!" The dinosaur-like biped cries. An almost meteor-like hunk of fire hurtles towards you ,threatening to incinerate your body in the conflagration...but instead the siege-grade flame crashes into the Squirtle's handpaw. The Squirtle winces from the impact, retracting his hand from the vine. The Bulbasaur's vine catches flame, the searing heat of the flames drawing nearer and nearer as the stream of fire rushes towards you.
Mercifully, however, the Bulbasaur's grip on you has greatly weakened , and you are able to free yourself from the heat, landing on the floor amid the confusion. Not wanting to squander this, you rush towards the exit to the lab as quickly as you can, not caring that this path will bring you straight towards the maryjanes of the enormous scientist. THUD THUD THUD. But the Charmander is right behind you. "Scratch 'em ! Scratch 'em!" his owner commands, the scientist preemptively stepping aside in anticipation. The Charmander obliges, swinging against the air ,sending cutting edges through the air. The first two miss, but the third strikes at your leg, cutting a shallow but painful nick on it and sending you toppling onto your knee. "Now, grab him!" The boy orders. Your movements slowed by the cut, it won't be long before the Charmander reaches you.
But just before the Charmander can grab you, another command is issued. "Quick Squirtle! grab him!" The girl commands. The Charmander turns his head in anticipation before tumbling forward from the impact, his pudgy tummy smashing onto you briefly and skidding right off of you, your body emerging from beneath the dazed creature right at his nethers. You run around the giant beast and prepare to make your way towards the opening when you are cut off by the Squirtle's footpaw. "Water gun him into the corner Squirtle! Then get him under your shell!" The girl commands. The Squirtle nods and quickly kicks you away, then fires off a powerful stream of water, knocking you right into the far corner of the lab. You hit the corner hard, your body soaked and exhausted. Before you can even try to recover, the Squirtle dives forward and slides across the soaked floor, stopping just short of your position. The Pokemon swiftly grabs you, tosses you against the ground with a happy squeal, then flops his hard shell over your tiny form with a sickening crunch.
Pain surges throughout your body. The Squirtle's shell is far harder than the Charmander's pudgy underbelly is, and the turtle Pokemon grins as he drags his shell back and forth, left and right atop your body, pulverizing you painfully against the floor below. He eventually rolls onto his side, allowing your upper half to stick out from beneath his weight, and looks at the others. Before the Charmander and Bulbasaur can try to snag you, the Squirtle lifts you up and pops you into his mouth, pinning you sideways between the firm, beak-like ends of his maw. You grimace as you feel his humongous slimy tongue rubbing all over your back. His own jumps for joy, landing with a THUD and letting out a girlish squeal."Eeeeey~ Oh my gosh, good going Squirtle! " "It looks like we have a winner!" Blue declares, chuckling. "Good work Elaine! Your Squirtle's a natural." His sister nods. "Catching tinies might not be battling Pokemon...but it's just as much a test of skill." The boys seem less than thrilled but console their Pokemon, who are soon healed thanks to the technology offered by the lab.
The young girl squats down, the front of her shorts at roughly eye level with the Squirtle, and therefor with you. She leans forward and pets his head. "That was really cool. Good thinking, grabbing the Bulbasaur's vine! Oh, you and I are gonna be besties! So about your lil chewtoy...you wanna keep it,right? " The Squirtle enthusiastically nods, your limbs flailing from the motion of his head shifting up and down. "Cool. You wanna play with it now or later? If you want, I could buy a suit for it so it lasts longer!" She inquires, leaving it to her Pokemon to decide...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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