HOLIDAY SEASON FANFIC CONTEST
This is the Fanfic Submission Thread. You may post fanfics for the contest here between December 7 and December 20.
All questions go in the main thread.
~Diglett's Cave and the True Meaning of Friendship~
Last edited by ht14; 12th December 2010 at 01:20 PM.
This is totally better than any Shadow Lugia out there.
A TALE OF TWO POKÉMON
Last edited by mediantiba; 22nd December 2010 at 07:08 AM. Reason: Just added a spoiler tag
Never Give Up Hope (Because Hope Is A Strange Thing)
“I miss you too!”
The computer screen turned black, and the cold, melancholy room darkened. A single candle flickered furiously next to the computer, fighting the darkness of the room, and lit the face of 17 year old Stacy Lewis. She got up and blew the candle out gently. Walking by the door sorrowfully and turning the light on.
Immediately the room brightened and revealed Stacy’s full figure. The 5ft 9 girl was wearing an oversized red sweater with a picture of a Reindeer on the front. Washed out blue jeans underneath enclosed her legs and fuzzy, red slippers covered her feet. Her pale painted face was bare with no makeup. Thin lips dried from continuous, eager talking and her pale blue eyes now saddened with a light tear forming in her left eye. On her head, her light brown hair tied back and a childish, gimmicky reindeer ears headband placed on top of her hair.
“Stacy…Have you finished your conversation with your father?” shouted a voice of a middle aged woman, a strong Cockney accent being noticeable, which was further reduced as the shout was from downstairs.
“Yes Mrs Branning. I’ll be down in one second” barked Stacy weakly, her voice trembling whilst she quickly dried her eye. She stood motionless in her place for a prolonged few seconds before blinking her eyes finally and leaving the small, chilly bedroom.
“Hi Stacy. Is your dad okay?” asked a hesitant, faint voice. Stacy looked back slowly as she was now on the sofa of the downstairs sitting room.
“Yeah, he’s fine Peter. Fighting abroad in Afghanistan but yeah, he’s well” replied Stacy quietly and blandly, her eyes wandering back to the floor and gazing perplexedly. “I wish he wasn’t fighting and returned home” she said sadly, pondering over thoughts of her father and the last time he had a break.
“You know if he could, he would be here quicker then you could say Mince Pies,” comforted Peter, sitting next to her. He was wearing a black coat with buttons on each side for fashion. Oddly, he wore black skinny jeans and red high tops and a fashionable, skinny red scarf around his neck. His face was a consoling sight and emitted happiness in the glum situation Stacy was in. Pale pink lips and darker blue eyes coordinated with the pale colour of his skin and the strawberry blonde colour of his hair.
“I guess so” shrugged Stacy softly looking at Peter now.
Suddenly, Roselia twirled in front of them holding a mistletoe above her hand.
“Rose, rose, Roselia, lia” cried the Roselia indicating them to kiss. Jake turned a bright red as he secretly liked Stacy, but never had the nerve to tell her over the last few years. His heart began beating faster and all of a sudden he noticed his palms became sweaty.
“Is something wrong Peter?” questioned Stacy. Unlike Peter, she wasn’t blushing or getting nervous. However, she too liked Peter but never told him. She was afraid she would ruin their friendship and him being her only joy for these few years as her dad was in Afghanistan she could not bear it if he left her or felt uncomfortable around her.
“Well, erm, you see” stuttered Peter, scratching the back of his head nervously.
“I, well” he carried on, “like you” he quickly added with a whisper.
“Sorry, I missed that. Could you repeat that please?” she asked, curious about what he tried to avoid saying.
“Ok Stacy. You see,” he stated loudly holding her hands firmly. Stacy was blushing brightly now and liked the warmth that transferred from Peter’s hands into hers.
“You see, I love you and have done for a few years” he confessed, saying it proudly. Stacy’s eyes widened and filled with colour and happiness. She giggled inside and smiled brightly, showing the dimples in her face after a long time of grieving for her father’s absence.
“I love you too Peter” she replied gleefully and leaned over and kissed him passionately. Peter eyes rolled around as she kissed him. Goosebumps forming all over him and the feel of Stacy’s lips pleasurable to him.
All of a sudden, a loud knock was banged on the door. Peter quickly jumped up and away from Stacy. He blushed and kept silent as he walked away to the door. Stacy smiled to herself and cheered to herself by putting her finger up and down and doing a little shake dance.
“Stacy, I think you ought to come here. I think you’ll be very pleased,” he yelled excitedly. Stacy raised her eyebrows and walked out of the living room heading towards the front door.
“Who is…” she started asking but abruptly stopped when she saw a man standing next to Peter. The man was quite tall and had pale skin like Stacy, pale blue eyes like Stacy and light brown hair like Stacy. He wore a black winter coat but had snow on him. Underneath he was wearing an Army Outfit and boots.
“DAD!” shouted Stacy, running quickly to her father like a cheetah after its prey. She attached herself onto him and tears ran down her face.
“What are you doing here? We talked just on web cam and you were in Afghanistan” she asked not really caring and happy her father was there.
“I was lying dear. I was actually getting driven back from the airport by a soldier” he said. His voice echoed, a deep, chilling tone but loving nonetheless.
2 hours later
Stacy, Peter, Stacy’s father and Peter’s mother, Mrs Branning, were sitting cosily next to a fire and the Christmas tree, gazing at the clock. In their hands, a cup of delicious hot chocolate. Stacy rested her head on Peter’s shoulders as the hands on the clock showed 10 seconds left till midnight.”
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…Merry Christmas!” they shouted together all taking a sip from their cup together. Stacy looked at Peter and smiled.
“This is going to be the best Christmas ever” she whispered and kissed him on the lips.
And that's Christmas
Ever since becoming a pokemon i have learnt, one to make sure you have hidden enough fruit in your fur to last a life time, and secondly to look where you are walking...
my name is Merci and i am a Munchlax, i haven't always been, i was a human, i used to worry about the life i left behind but i eventually caught up with everyone and so now its fine.
this will be the first Christmas at Pokemon square for me, but iam not sure Pokemon celebrate Christmas, like i was saying before i should really look where i am walking because i tripped over little Caterpie
iam now lying on the snow on top of Caterpie, i quickly roll over and sit up next to him.
"ahhh sorry little buddie, guess i didn't see ya there...." but hes just looking at me with wide watery eyes
"oh i am really sorry, are you okay?" i asked
"i made you a card.." he wimpered
now i feel guilty
"thank you" i smiled smugly
"its for Bannie" he moaned, if your wondering Bannie is the guy who found me when i became a pokemon, people hated him really hated him, and he can be a jerk, but hes my best friend, hes come along way from those days we have a great reputation as a rescue team(he just happens to be a Pikachu)
i was just a bit down hearted i didn't get a Christmas card myself, Caterpie tottered down the road to my house.
so i followed him.
i was trying to be stealthy but its kinda hard when you you have a gut my size.
"please go away, i don't want to be squished" sobbed Caterpie
"kay" i beamed. jumped off into a nearby bush. And continued to follow him.
hiding in a bush out side my house is kinda awkward, well its not my house its Bannie's grandpa's house but i live there (Bannie's grandpa just happens to be a Ditto, so technically hes not a grandpa at all.....)
caterpie knocks on the door and he is beckoned in by Bannie
the door then closes.
i have had enough of this, i am not going to be a lemon sitting in a bush.
i get up.
walk up the path.
go up to the door.
about to knock.
i begin to walk in a circle, wondering what is going on.
Bannie would have turned Caterpie away other wise...
what is going on...
i tackle the door.
the door collapsed.
i fall on the door.
wind blows snow in side.
the place is a wreck.
i look up to all the shocked faces...
everyone in town was at our house.... ... with a big banner saying "merry christmas!"....
"surprise Merci...." they groan in unison
and that was Christmas
The Great Wood of Christmas
Last edited by Durbe; 20th December 2010 at 05:07 PM.
FC: 2723-9571-7949 IGN: Toshiro
It was a family tradition. His family would wake up at 9:00 a.m. and run down the stairs, expecting to see presents under the tree. There would be a variety of toys, including toy trains, board games, and blocks. This year however, something was wrong. No tree lights on, there wasn’t a single thing under the tree. Tyler, a thirteen year old boy, noticed this first, and he was expecting to see mountains of presents under the tree. “Mom, Dad, where are the presents?” the eager boy shouted up the stairs. “There have got to be presents! Then, it won’t be Christmas…”
A flash of bright light told Tyler otherwise, and he could only hear two words, “What’s Christmas…” The young teenager didn’t know what it meant, so later that day; he went to visit his grandfather, who was the wisest man he knew.
“What could the true meaning of Christmas mean?” he asked himself as Tyler walked along the frozen sidewalks towards his grandfather’s house. The teenager let himself in, and sat on the couch, yelling, “Grandfather, I’m here!” He had called a few minutes earlier to notify of his soon arrival, and his family would be over for a Christmas dinner that night. As the old man came into the living room, his two Eevee’s came running along beside him, one settling down on Tyler’s lap, the other at his feet. There was silence for a few minutes, then, “ Grandfather, what is the true meaning of Christmas?”
It took a few minutes, to think of a good answer to his grandson, but finally came up with an exceptional one. “Well, you see, Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus on December 25. However, today most people celebrate it for presents. But, the true meaning of Christmas is being together, with those you love, and giving, not getting. But, why would you ask that? You should know. Besides, Christmas is tomorrow.”
The thought took a few minutes to settle into the teenager’s head. “Wait, it’s tomorrow?” he asked himself. Could it be true? Could he have messed up the dates that easily? “Thank you grandfather, I have to go now, by!” he shouted as he ran through the door and out into the cold winter air.
As soon as Tyler entered into his household, he was scolded by his mother. “Young man, where do you think you have been? It is ten o’clock, and we have no clue where you are. And you wake us up this early, wondering where presents are, and it’s not even Christmas! Do you have any clue how worried we were?” There was a lot more scolding he received, but to him, it was all a big ‘BLAH.’ “And, you are grounded for two weeks! I wouldn’t be surprised if Santa only brought you coal.”
“Mother, I’m sorry. Tomorrow, I’ll stay with the family all day, I promise,” Tyler explained, remembering the words his grandfather had told him. “But, who was that voice…?”
LET IT SNOW
Drabble Entry to BMGF Christmas Contest
PokeSpec based; Choosenshipping
The cold was something that comforted Silver in a sense. An odd feeling considering his experience with low temperatures, but it made him feel like he wasn't as alone in the world as he felt in the warmer times.
“And as long as you love me so...” he sang beneath his breath, sliding his boot deep into the inches of snow on the ground. His legs were numb by now but he could have cared less. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...”
He let his lips curl into an awkwardly pleasant smile, as he continued to trudge through the layers of snow, his goal now in range of sight. In the darkness of the night, this single home at the edge of Viridian City was illuminated in two senses; by his sight and by his mind.
He was cold, but the warmth of his partner in the weeks of frigid temperature, the one he knew he could rely on for spiritual warmth, she rest tonight in this home and it was all he could do from keeping himself from calling out her name before he hit the door.
“... But the fire is so delightful …. Blue ...”
Last edited by Ian D.; 10th December 2010 at 11:39 PM. Reason: Fixed a quick error. DAMNED CONFUSION BETWEEN BREATHE/BREATH.
Thanks to ShinySandshrew of serebiiforums for the banner!
-A Pidgey in an Abomasnow tree-
It had been a long night and Zach had left the safety of the Pokemon centre many hours before. It had been overcast most of the day, but due to the altitude, as they had travelled far into the mountains South of Blackthorn city, it had started to snow.
Zach was quite furious at himself; he had given all 500 of his Pokedollars, money saved up by his mother for countless years in preparation for his entrance into the world of Pokemon away just in exchange for a pathetic Magikarp. He hadn’t even bothered to go to Professor Elm’s lab; he probably wouldn’t give him a Pokemon after making such a stupid decision. Furiously he looked at his Magikarp, and in an act of anger threw him away into the river, which was adjacent with the narrow path he was walking on. But soon Zach regretted it; the Magikarp had been his only friend in this dark and dangerous road.
Numerous hours passed by with Zach trudging along on the winding valley path with no signs of civilization and very soon he was tired. But as he turned the corner of the path he saw a strange sight. Ahead a Mismagmius was singing on what looked like a frozen lake. Zach knew it was his only chance at redemption for his previous mistake and rushed to the edge of the lake before quietly tiptoeing towards the Pokemon, holding his breath so as to not cause a sound.
Soon Zach was behind the Mismagmius and was just reaching for his Pokeballs when the realization set in. The weird song the Mismagmius had been singing was a Perish Song attack! Zach attempted to run back to the lakes shores but the songs affects had already worked their poison and soon Zach blanked out, his body’s functions shutting down.
But as the impact of Zach’s body hit the cold ice cracks appeared, and soon the thin ice could no longer hold Zach’s weight, dropping him into the freezing cold water below. But just before Zach was fully submerged by the black waves a small orange fish did its best to save its friend, and harnessing all the powers at its disposal displayed the miracle of evolution. With its new found size and strength the newly evolved Gyarados made a mighty SPLASH and Zach sailed out of the water and onto land where the massive impact with the ground started his heart up again.
Hours later when Zach woke up, curled in the massive body of his new Gyarados, he smiled to himself and contemplated the previous night, just as an alarm on his PokeGear went off. He looked down wondering what could possibly be ruining the moment when the PokeCalender showed up on the screen. He pressed the enter button and seeing the date smiled to himself, yesterday had been the 24th, today was Christmas!
BTW, did you get the name? Pidgey in an Abomasnow tree: Partridge in a Pear tree
Last edited by GengarEatBanana; 11th December 2010 at 06:06 AM.
Snowdrops on my forehead.
It was Christmas Eve. Ash looked up. He looked down. He looked at Pikachu in his arms, singing softly. A tear fell down his cheek. Pikachu was dying. He’d caught Torchitus, which caused spontaneous
Combuskencombustion. Ash was waiting for Pikachu to die.
He remembered all the times they’d spent together. The adventure with Oak, meeting Misty, beating a Regice, all of these times. Oh, they laughed together, the cried together, Pikachu saved Ash’s life, Ash saved Pikachu’s, they’d saved the world many times.
As a flame struck in Pikachu’s ear, Ash cried. Pikachu looked at him, almost smiling.
“Pika. Pika. ChuPi. Kaka. CHUUUUUUU!”
The flames devoured him. As the snow fell, a snowdrop hit Ash’s forehead. He wiped it off. Pikachu’s ashes scattered and mixed with the snow. Ash clumped together the Snow and Ashes, and put them in a jar.
Nurse Joy watched this happen from a distance. Officer Jenny too. Even Paul and Gary turned up. All were in tears.
Team Rocket held a veil in their hands. Meowth smashed it on the floor, and began to sob.
“I didn’t want to KILL it! Just badly harm it!”
Ash was there for about ten minutes, before he got up and walked back inside his house. He slammed the door.
“Not now May.”
“I just wanted to say… at this time of year comets are in the sky. And wishing on one brings luck.”
“Luck? I… I couldn’t be lucky if I tried.”
“Okay. Just remember that though.”
Ash stormed into bed.
He looked at the jar. He then said. “All I want for Christmas is you. Pikachu. Please!”
He closed his eyes, hit himself on the head to knock himself out, and slept.
The next morning was Christmas day. There was glass on the bed, and it was wet.
The label was split in two.
Ash was puzzled. What had happened? His Pikachu couldn’t be remembered without a memorial.
He went into the woods to get a Stone for a memorial stone.
Ash turned around. A girl walked up.
“Wishes do come true. Ashes, to Ash’s. Merry Christmas Ash.”
Pikachu looked the same as before, except had a burned ear and a white face.
“The results of fire and ice in harmony.. Lightning, Fire and Ice. Pikachu, Fire and Snow. But something was missing. Friendship was needed to fully revive a soul. Good luck Ash.”
The girl walked off, and faded into the snow.
“W-WAIT! C-come back!”
He then looked at Pikachu.
”Pikachu, are you the same as you used to be?”
He let out a Flamethrower. Then an Ice Beam. Then a Thunderbolt.
Ash smiled. Christmas wishes do come true.
I hope a bit of RaltsShipping is okay.
Pokelova's Shiny Collection
Last edited by Yoshi-san; 13th December 2010 at 07:18 PM. Reason: typo
What friends do
Last edited by Jooce; 13th December 2010 at 10:05 AM. Reason: Typo
Look! A distraction!
The Miracle of Christmas
This story is about a young pokemon who discovers that rumors are not always true, and that sometimes, when you give someone a chance, a great friendship is discovered. I've given a link to any Gen. V pokemon that I used, but there were only 2, and they were in the beginning of the story. It's also pretty long, but according to Microsoft Word, it's only 1,900 something words. Feel free to check for yourself, though. I hope you enjoy!
Last edited by Johto Trainer; 13th December 2010 at 04:12 PM.
3DS FC: 0387 9244 2121
Crime Doesn't Take a Holiday
(International title where applicable: Crime Doesn't Take a Vacation)
Giovanni drummed his fingers against the table in frustration. It was Christmas Day, supposedly the most wonderful day of the year but nothing was going wonderfully for Giovanni today.
“When is Santa getting here?” yelled Giovanni’s six year old brat, Silver, for about the hundredth time in the last hour.
“He’ll get here when he gets here,” growled Giovanni in response, “Eat your dinner.”
Giovanni had given his son everything he could ever have wanted and more but never got any thanks for it – all he received for his efforts were demands for more. Half the time Silver didn’t even know what it was that he wanted, he just knew that he didn’t have it.
“Thank you for making this meal more enjoyable, Giovanni,” hissed Giovanni’s wife, Ariana venomously.
Giovanni clutched the glass of Pinot Noir at his side so that he didn’t slam his fist on the table in anger; he just had to be careful not to break the glass. He didn’t bother responding to his wife, he knew it would only start an argument. Instead he paused for a moment then tried to change the subject.
“How are you two enjoying the dinner?” asked Giovanni with a genuine attempt at sincerity.
Ariana’s look said everything. She was used to big Christmases with aunts, cousins, grandfathers and nephews and nieces but this year the grand dining table in the Varisco household was occupied by just three guests – Giovanni, Ariana and Silver. Not the magnificent dining room they sat in, nor the ornate cloth on the table, nor the solid gold candelabra in the middle of it could make up for the lack of people in the room.
“It’s lovely,” replied Ariana with no attempt at sincerity.
“I hate it!” yelled Silver, throwing half of the contents of his plate on to the floor.
The price of what Silver had just thrown on to the floor was triple digits. Giovanni calmly placed his hands flat on to the table in an attempt to keep his cool. Unfortunately, looking at the back of his hands, all he could think about was the fact that Silver had just done the equivalent of flushing the solid gold ring adorning Giovanni’s little finger down the toilet. Giovanni told himself not to get angry – the boy didn’t know any better, he had never been taught. Giovanni and Ariana locked eyes. Neither of them wanted to tell Silver off but both of them wanted Silver to be told off. Giovanni believed it was Ariana’s responsibility but Ariana felt that was a sexist, archaic viewpoint and refused to do it on that basis. Over the years it had just become the case that no one had really made any effort to discipline Silver, he’d pretty much just been allowed to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
“When is Santa getting here?” screamed Silver again, “I’m tired of waiting!”
Ariana shot a look at Giovanni.
“Yes, Giovanni,” she hissed, “You said he would be here an hour ago.”
Giovanni looked at his phone. Still no calls.
“He’ll be here soon,” grumbled Giovanni, “Eat your dinner.”
Petrel had been so eager to play Santa at the Varisco family Christmas that Giovanni couldn’t say no. Petrel, although often unreliable, had always been faithful and ‘playing Santa’ didn’t seem like that important a role in Giovanni’s mind. Of course, when he had broken the news to his wife she had been of a different opinion. She couldn’t believe that Giovanni had asked that useless twit to do anything for him, particularly not something as important as that – little Silver’s innocence was pinned on everything to do with Santa working out alright. Giovanni had assured her that everything would turn out fine and he had lamented Petrel on the importance of this task multiple times but apparently his assurance was misplaced and his lamentation was ineffectual. Petrel had been due an hour ago and Giovanni had not been able to get in touch with him all day – had he forgotten? Giovanni swore to himself that if that twit messed up this day for him, he would make him regret it. He didn’t even know how he was going to punish the man yet, he just knew it was going to be horrible.
“So, Silver,” addressed Giovanni, still attempting to make things better, “What do you think Santa will bring you?”
“I want a Pokémon!” cried Silver, “Like yours! I want a Rhydon!”
Ariana rolled her eyes.
“Why did you have to ask that?” she snapped, “You should have known he’d bring that up again.”
“I don’t think you’re old enough for a Pokémon just yet,” said Giovanni, choosing again not to respond to his wife, “Maybe in a few years time.”
Silver began to prepare some sort of whiny response but was drowned out by Giovanni’s phone ringing. Petrel’s name flashed up on the screen. Giovanni stood up so fast that his chair flew out from underneath him. Silver laughed and imitated, chucking his chair to the floor. Giovanni ignored this and fled to the other room to take the call as Ariana picked up Silver’s chair for him.
“Petrel!” snapped Giovanni down the phone, “Where the hell are you?”
“Ho ho ho!” came the jolly reply.
Giovanni hated talking to Petrel when he was in character.
“I want to talk to Petrel not Santa,” stated Giovanni with murder in his voice, “I don’t have time for this crap now – where are you?”
“I’m sorry, Boss,” started Petrel, doing his best to speak normally but unable to remove every trace of Santa from his voice, “My car broke down this morning.”
Giovanni couldn’t believe this. Of course it wasn’t Petrel’s fault that his car broke down but if he’d only let Giovanni know earlier, Giovanni could have organised someone to go and pick him up. Instead Petrel had just given up and not even bothered to tell Giovanni until it was way too late!
“You’re not coming!?” exclaimed Giovanni furiously.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Boss,” assured Petrel, “I know how important this is! I rang up a co-worker and got them to give me a lift! Only... there’s been a bit of a situation...”
Co-worker. That meant another Rocket. There were so many incompetent members of Team Rocket that Giovanni was scared to imagine what had happened.
“Which co-worker?” demanded Giovanni.
“Proton,” answered Petrel obediently.
That answer made Giovanni wish that Petrel had chosen someone incompetent. Why Proton of all people? That man was nothing short of a psychopath. Giovanni was sure that Proton was going to kill someone one day – maybe he already had. Nothing that Proton did would ever surprise Giovanni.
“What’s the situation?” asked Giovanni grimly, knowing that he would hate the response.
Giovanni barely listened to Petrel’s reply, he could fill in the blanks. It played through his head like a movie.
First Proton stops over at Petrel’s house to pick him up just as they agreed. Everything’s going according to plan, it’s the happy part of the movie where it looks like nothing could go wrong but everyone knows something has to.
They’re driving for a little while and still everything seems fine. Proton probably says something crazy or gets angry with Petrel for being useless but then who doesn’t get a little angry with Petrel for that? The dramatic tension is building up, the audience know the characters now – they’re dealing with an idiot and a psychopath, classic comedy duo.
It’s snowy out and it looks like there could be a car accident, especially with a psycho like Proton behind the wheel. Thing is, Proton knows how important it is that he doesn’t crash so he’s being extra careful and driving slowly. Crisis averted. It looks like there’s not going to be a car accident after all. But wait – the car behind starts honking.
“Hurry up! I’ve gotta get home, grandma!” or something like that is shouted.
Proton tries to take it in his stride but the guy just can’t deal with heckling. He speeds up a little bit to try and get the other driver to shut up because he knows he can’t screw this up. Now the audience know that he’s gonna do something crazy, it’s just a waiting game.
“What a jerk, eh?” says Proton to Petrel with a forced laugh, in an attempt to vent some of his rage in a healthy way.
Of course, just like any comedy duo, the pair just make things worse for each other. Petrel’s already dressed as Santa so he’s already in character.
“They’re being very naughty!” responds Petrel, “No presents for them this year!”
This isn’t good, that just makes Proton angrier.
“I said speed up!” comes another angry yell accompanied by a series of bursts on the horn.
Proton stops the car. Here it comes.
“That’s it,” growls Proton.
Petrel sits in the car curiously, watching what Proton is about to do but making absolutely no effort to stop him. The car behind is also forced to stop. The other driver gets out of the car, ready to shout at Proton. Proton sends out his Kangaskhan and has the Pokémon lift the other driver’s car above its head and throw it back down on to the road the opposite way up. Petrel gets out to try and diffuse the situation but, being Petrel, he just makes things worse.
This was enough for Giovanni to know that he was needed. There was no way that this was going to work out without Giovanni getting involved.
“I’m on my way,” said Giovanni down the phone.
Next Giovanni hung up and walked back into the dining room.
“When is Santa getting here?” screamed Silver again as soon as he saw his father.
“I’m going to pick him up now,” replied Giovanni.
That shut the brat up but it just made his wife more curious.
“Oh Lord,” sighed Ariana, “What’s happened now?”
“His sleigh broke down,” snapped Giovanni in response, “You two eat your dinner. I’ll be back soon with Santa.”
“Hooray!” cried Silver, “He’s going to bring me a Rhydon because I’ve been good all year!”
Giovanni sighed and didn’t bother to respond to this. As he left he could hear his wife making some vague attempts at correcting the boy’s misguided hopes but he didn’t care. He put on his black winter overcoat and hat and ventured into the great outdoors. He grumbled incoherently for no one’s benefit but his own about having to drive in the heavy snow. He walked over to his black Cadillac Eldorado, opened it up, got in and drove away.
As he drove, Giovanni thought about Team Rocket and was, as always, shocked that it was not only profitable but profitable enough to make him one of the richest men in Kanto. Team Rocket was essentially a single genius, Giovanni himself, orchestrating a confederacy of dunces and lunatics into something that vaguely resembled a half competent organisation. He never heard the end of it from his wife – she always said that she could do a better job, that under her Team Rocket would be a well oiled machine but she never truly appreciated the sheer level of incompetency in the organisation. Of course, he never gave her the opportunity to experience this for herself as Giovanni did everything he could to keep his home life and his work life separate, which meant that his wife was allowed nothing to do with Team Rocket. That didn’t stop her planning though – under Ariana every idiot and maniac would be fired but what she didn’t realise was that that this would leave the organisation with just three members – and that’d be including both Giovanni and Ariana themselves.
Giovanni clasped his fingers tight around the steering wheel as he thought about how much stress everyone else in the world caused him. Team Rocket was living proof of the saying that if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. The only assignments that Giovanni had actually been completely satisfied with the execution of were ones that he himself had carried out. Giovanni was painfully aware that he hadn’t made a note of the exact location of the incident that he was heading towards but, thankfully, there was no need to – not even the most incompetent of all the members of Team Rocket could have missed the episode that was playing out on the road ahead of Giovanni.
Petrel’s Pokémon appeared to be battling Proton’s Pokémon, presumably to stop Proton having his Pokémon literally kill people. At the same time, a group of people were trying to hold Proton and the other driver away from one another. On closer inspection, it was not just those two that were being held, there was in fact a fairly large number of angry drivers present who had been prevented from getting to their intended destination on Christmas Day thanks to the situation on the road. Giovanni got out of his car and walked over to the unfolding incident.
“Proton,” growled Giovanni threateningly.
Giovanni saw the man stop struggling, turn to face Giovanni and his eyes light up with fear. Giovanni was glad he could inspire that level of terror in his minions – he considered it the cornerstone of good leadership.
“I’m sorry, Boss,” wailed Proton, “I just lost it! I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad!”
“Give me your keys,” commanded Giovanni, paying no attention whatsoever to Proton’s pleas.
The people holding Proton quickly let him go and he rummaged through his pockets, unquestioningly obeying Giovanni’s demands for his keys.
“Who’s car is that?” demanded Giovanni, pointing towards the upturned wreck.
“Mine!” yelled the irate driver.
“Don’t yell at me,” commanded Giovanni coldly.
“It’s mine,” said the driver again, still angry but more civilly.
The people holding him began to let the other driver loose as he calmed down.
“Take his car,” ordered Giovanni, throwing Proton’s keys to the man.
“Are you serious?” checked the driver.
That driver was a lucky man. Proton’s car was at least ten times as expensive as the piece of crap that his Kangaskhan had turned over.
“Hey!” yelled Proton, “What about me?”
“You can have the Eldorado,” stated Giovanni, nodding towards his own car, “I’ll buy a new car.”
Proton was lucky too, the Eldorado was much more expensive than Proton’s car.
“What about the wreck?” asked Petrel, with almost no hint of Santa Claus in his voice, “The road is still out of use.”
The driver who the wrecked car had belonged to was already driving away; it seemed that he had already collected the things he needed from the lump of metal that was once his car and wanted to leave before Giovanni and Proton changed their minds. Giovanni grabbed a Poké Ball from his belt and sent his Rhydon out on to the road.
“Get rid of it, Rhydon,” ordered Giovanni calmly.
He wasn’t really calm, he just knew how to control situations. Inside Giovanni was furious, but he knew that letting that out would just make things worse.
Rhydon nodded in response to his trainer’s command and picked up the wrecked car by holding on to the back of it. Rhydon swung the car above its head a few times and then let go of it, sending it flying into the distance so that it could cause havoc somewhere else. No one present seemed to mind that much; they were far more concerned with getting home to their loved ones for Christmas Day. Giovanni threw Proton the keys to the Eldorado and walked back to the car, beckoning Petrel, still dressed as Santa, to come with him.
“You’re driving,” Giovanni told Proton.
Proton nodded obediently and got in the driver’s seat. Giovanni and Petrel got in the back.
The drive home was a sombre affair, not one of the three of them said even one word the whole way back. When they got out of the car, Proton attempted to return Giovanni’s car keys to him, just in case the man had offered him his car with a particularly subtle tone of sarcasm that Proton had failed to detect.
“How are you going to drive your new car if you give me the keys?” asked Giovanni with a smile.
Proton fumbled with words for a few moments before finally opting to stay silent and put the keys back in his pocket. Giovanni opened the front door and the three of them traipsed in. Strangely, there was no noise; silence had been a rare occurrence in the Varisco household since little Silver had been born. Giovanni, followed by Santa and Proton, cautiously wandered into the living room to investigate further. There he saw his darling son, asleep on the settee, being filmed by his loving wife.
“Isn’t he sweet?” smiled Ariana.
Giovanni nodded with a hearty grin. Just then, Silver began to stir and it was as if with his little nap he had shed his bratty behaviour from earlier and had, instead, adopted an aura of sweetness.
“Santa!” exclaimed Silver in excitement, beaming with joy.
“Ho ho ho!” greeted Petrel, eager to play his part.
Ariana put down the camera and beckoned the three men into the living room. Petrel placed his bag on the floor and opened it up so that dozens of wrapped presents spilled out. Proton stood up and took a big deep breath in as the most delightful scent entered his lungs – he felt like he could’ve just eaten the air around him.
“Hey, what’s that smell?” he asked.
“That’s the Christmas dinner I spent a fortune on,” informed Giovanni, “Apparently my son didn’t appreciate it.”
“Is there any going spare?” asked Proton cautiously.
Giovanni nodded and guided Proton to the food, happy that his efforts to make the Christmas dinner special didn’t go completely to waste.
“Oh kid,” said Proton to Silver with a smile, “Can you look after this for me while I eat please?”
Silver looked up at the man curiously as he was handed a Poké Ball.
“It’s my Kangaskhan,” explained Proton, “You’re good to hold on to it for a few hours, right?”
Proton turned and gave Giovanni a wink before stuffing his face with the Christmas dinner that the boy had rejected. Silver shrieked with happiness – he was delighted to have a big Pokémon like his father’s Rhydon to play with. It didn’t matter that he was only going to be able to play with it for one day.
Giovanni smiled, it was nice to see the dinner being appreciated and that his son was happy. He turned to see how Petrel was, but he needn’t have – as long as Petrel was allowed to role play as someone, he was happy; he seemed to be having the time of his life playing Santa Claus. Finally, Giovanni turned to his wife, Ariana.
“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” asked Giovanni.
“It’s wonderful!” she exclaimed in response, “It was so good of you to bring all of these people! It’s just like having family here!”
Giovanni looked around, she was right – it was like having family over. He took a seat by his wife and just enjoyed the rest of the day. And so, as he sat by the fire in the living room with his spoilt, six year old son, his nagging wife, a moron dressed as Santa and a psychopathic chauffeur, Giovanni went on to have what he would later describe as the happiest Christmas Day of his life.