Getting Back a Treasure, a pokémon fanfic | FanFiction
This is a fanfic that I wrote on FF.Net a few days ago. It's incomplete, but WDYT of the first chapter?
CHAPTER 1: SINCE I GAVE MY HEART AWAY
Morty was a happy guy in Ecruteak City. He had a nice house and a good family that took care of him. Today, he was looking through his closet for something to sell to the flea market. He wanted to find a toy that he didn't want so he could give them away.
Morty had many toys which he collected. But his favorite doll was a plush doll of a handsome prince. It was given to him by his mother, who bought the doll at the Toy Bazaar in Goldenrod City. The doll was beautiful - it had lovely blond hair and deep blue eyes. It wore a black shirt with light blue sleeves. The shirt was decorated with lace around the arms and on the collar. It had purple tights on its bottom and black shoes on its feet. On its head was a brimless red hat with a black feather. Morty named the doll Thomas.
At the moment, Morty had made a bag of stuff to give to the flea market. He then walked over to his dresser, where Thomas was seated. Morty smiled and patted Thomas on the head.
"Hello, Thomas," said Morty. "I'm going to the flea market. Do you need anything?" The doll didn't do anything. "You're such a good boy. If you want, I'll buy you an ice cream cone...okay, a pretend ice cream cone, since I don't want you to get dirty." He then gently stroked his hat. "See you later!"
Morty took the bag and went downstairs. His parents, Lester and Augusta Lenoir, were waiting. Jasmine was there too. She was holding a small pot.
"Hello, Morty," said Lester.
"Are you ready to go to the flea market?" asked Augusta.
"I sure am," said Morty.
"What did you decide to sell them?" asked Lester.
"I decided to give them a few of my old toys," said Morty. "Those dopey bears that I didn't want, and that hideous dwarf doll that Aunt Ellen gave me. I hope you don't mind me giving those away, but I really wanted to get rid of them."
"Sure," said Lester.
"What are you going to sell, Jasmine?" asked Morty.
"I am selling a terracotta pot that I made in my grandma's pottery class," said Jasmine.
Morty looked at Jasmine's pot. It had little engravings of Magnemite in it.
"I am glad to be getting rid of those old toys," said Morty. "They weren't cute at all. Those two bears looked rather ugly, and that dwarf doll gave me nightmares when I was little. I didn't even know I still had it until I was cleaning out the attic a few months ago. But there is one toy I'll never get rid of no matter what."
"I know which one it is," said Jasmine. "It's Thomas, that adorable prince doll. You love him like he's one of your Pokémon."
"Let's get going to the flea market," said Augusta. She turned to Morty. "By the way, your Uncle Kirk is going to look through some of our stuff. He's going to help us sell things. Right now he's in the yard." Kirk was Lester's older half-brother.
"Okay," said Morty. "Let's go."
Morty, his parents, and Jasmine left the house. They stopped by to see Morty's Uncle Kirk. Kirk was a tall man with greying blond hair and green eyes. He was wearing a red blazer and black pants. Kirk was a bit of a jerk. He often did things without considering other people's feelings. In fact, when he was younger he was a rich socialite who attended expensive parties. But finances were now a little hard on him.
"Are you coming with us?" Jasmine asked Kirk.
"I'm going to be there later," said Kirk. "I'm just going to search for something."
"We've got all the stuff we're going to sell," said Lester. "We're going right now."
"Whatever," said Kirk. "I've got to look for more stuff. I'll see you soon."
"Okay," said Morty. "Bye!"
Morty and everyone else went to the flea market, which was located down the road. All sorts of items were being sold there.
"Wow," said Morty. "There's a lot of good items here!" He and Jasmine looked around and saw Falkner. "There's Falkner!"
The two of them walked over to Falkner.
"Falkner!" said Morty. "Glad to see you. What brings you here?"
"I'm looking for some curtains for the office of my Gym," said Falkner. "I hear they have a lot of nice curtains here."
"I'm selling some old toys," said Morty.
"I'm selling a pot," said Jasmine.
Meanwhile, Kirk was in Morty's house. He was looking for items to put in the bag. He saw a pile of stuff that Lester and Augusta were going to discard. To make sure that they approved, he called Lester on his cell phone.
After Kirk had amassed items to take, he was still looking for stuff to sell. He saw Morty's room wide open.
"Let me see," Kirk said to himself, "Morty wanted to sell some of his old toys. He wouldn't mind if I sold one more for him. He'd like the extra money."
Kirk looked around the room. He didn't know what to sell. Then, he had his eyes set on Thomas. He put his finger on the doll's hat.
"Hmm," said Kirk, "this doll is so ugly and gay-looking. Definitely not an appropriate toy for a young man. I'm sure Morty is embarrassed to have a toy like this. He wouldn't mind if I sold it at the flea market."
Kirk gently grabbed Thomas and put him in his bag. This doesn't look good - looks like Morty is going to be very upset.
Back at the flea market, Morty had gotten rid of all of his toys.
"I'm glad Ralph took all of the toys," said Morty. "They were worth something." Ralph was the guy who set up the toy stand. He was
"The pot sold for 5,000 Poke Dollars," said Jasmine. "I must have been really good."
"I even got the curtains that I wanted," said Falkner. "Look at them!" Falkner showed them some blue curtains with clouds on them.
"Nice," said Morty.
Morty saw that his parents were selling their stuff. He thought that they were doing a good job of it. Morty also saw Kirk walking around.
"Looks like Kirk's got a lot of things to sell," said Jasmine.
"I know," said Morty. "He is a good salesman."
"A little too good," said Falkner. "And sneaky."
"Sneaky?" asked Morty.
"Look what he's selling to Ralph," said Falkner.
Morty looked at Kirk. Kirk had Thomas in his hands, and he was giving him to Ralph!
"NO!" Morty called out. He ran up to Kirk. "You can't give him Thomas! He's not for sale!"
"Of course he is," said Kirk.
"He's my favorite toy," said Morty. "I love him!"
"Come on, Morty." said Kirk. "He's got a feathered hat, he has a frilled collar, and he wears tights."
"That was fashionable hundreds of years ago," said Ralph. "Ask my son."
"It doesn't matter!" said Morty. "Kirk has no right to do this! He may look weird to you, but he's special to me!"
"Be quiet," said Kirk. He shoved Morty aside.
"Now that my pesky nephew's out of the picture," said Kirk, "you can take this...fairy tale prince doll or whatever it's supposed to be."
"I'll take it," said Ralph. "I'll give it to my son Darren. He loves collecting male dolls."
"That's a little...weird," said Kirk.
"He doesn't think it is," said Ralph. "And this doll will make him especially happy. It's blond, boyish, and well-dressed - perfect for him!"
Kirk rolled his eyes.
Morty looked at all this. He could not believe that his uncle sold his doll. He began to cry.
"Morty," said Falkner, "please don't cry."
"It's not fair," cried Morty. "Thomas was a present from my mother. He means so much to me!"
"I know," said Jasmine.
"And now I'll never see him again," said Morty, "and it's all Kirk's fault!"
"Don't say that, Morty," said Jasmine. "You will see Thomas again."
"We'll get him back for you," said Falkner. "I know Ralph pretty well. He's very understanding."
"Thanks, guys," said Morty.
"In the meantime," said Jasmine, "you can have some pineapple soda. I got a whole pack of it just for you."
Jasmine gave Morty a can of pineapple soda. Morty drank it.