Target Pokemon: Venipede
Target Length: 5k - 10k
Actual Length: 6713
The man on the screen roared and pulled the trigger on his rifle. A line of tracer fire spewed out from the rifle towards the spider-like beast. The roar of the rifle was very distinctive - repetitive and cyclical. As the magazine began to run out of bullets, a clicking was heard over the gunfire, until finally the gun ran dry. The muscly man on the screen rolled backwards, away from the approaching spider-creature, reaching for one of the clips on his belt as he did so. He ejected the rifle's empty magazine, sending it clattering onto the hospital's concrete floor, and then he shoved the new clip into the rifle's slot. Too hard, as it turned out - the magazine stuck somewhere inside the gun.
"Argh, dammit!" the large solider yelled.
"God damn, I hate those stupid Corpsers," the young boy holding the controller muttered. He started mashing one of the shoulder button. "And this dumbass needs to reload his Lancer faster."
The solider slammed the heel of his hand onto the rifle a couple of times, and the magazine slipped into the correct place. The gun started firing at the approaching monster, and halfway through this clip the Corpser screeched and fell forwards, collapsing over a hospital desk. The soldier rolled forwards, throwing his rifle aside and ripping a shotgun off his back. He fired the shotgun into the spider's strangely human-like face at point-blank range. The force of the blast knocked it backwards off the desk, and the beast's legs began curling up into a fist.
The young man pressed the shoulder button on his controller again, and the soldier reloaded his shotgun with a very satisfying ka-chick sound. As the words "Round 11" appeared on the screen, the gamer heard a plaintive squeak. He looked off to the right and saw a purple dog-sized insect crawl into the living room. It had a big thick chest, very much like the soldiers in his game, although unlike them it had eight black legs on the underside of body. Its small head was emphasised by its large eyes, which were yellow with black irises. A pair of antennae on its head waved around tiredly, which were matched by the two similar appendages on its tail.
The Venipede squeaked again and crawled across the soft carpeted floor. She could remember the human women calling out in a rough voice to the young boy and then pointing at her food bowl. The woman had left an hour or so ago, and the boy still had not put food in her bowl. She was hungry. The Poison-type looked up at the screen and got a look at what was keeping the boy's attention - a big muscly man was ripping a tall reptile dressed in rags apart using a chainsaw.
The Pokemon nudged the gamer's leg with her head, but the boy ignored her. She did it again, but all she got in return was a grunt. The insect backed up and squealed, a plaintive yet piercing tone that completely drowned out the sounds of the television. The young boy wiped his sweaty hands on his brown shirt and looked angrily at the Pokemon.
"I'll feed you in a minute, geez," he said when the insect quietened down. "Just go wait in the kitchen."
The Venipede's eyes crinkled, her way of showing happiness. Her many legs carried her into the kitchen, changing from a muffled padding into a scratchy skittering when she started to move across the kitchen's floor tiles. She waited next to her bowl happily, head body swaying from side to side.
The boy never came.
After five minutes of patient waiting and a series of loud explosions emanating from the lounge room, the Venipede got tired of waiting. She scuttled around the table angrily, unsure what to do. Her stomach grumbled, and she did the same. Suddenly, she caught sight of her food packet - it was a bright yellow rectangular box that was currently sitting up on the kitchen counter. Her eyes narrowed - now that she knew where her food was, it was just a matter of getting to it.
The Pokemon crawled up the table's legs, utilising the spiky points on her legs. She reached the top and gazed around. The counter was about as high as the table she was sitting on, and it was perhaps three Venipede-lengths away. There was no way she could jump that. Thankfully, there was a chair in-between the table and the counter, and it was one of the fancy ergonomic ones that curved backwards.
The Pokemon backed up, preparing to attempt a jump. Her behind bumped into a flower vase, knocking it over and spreading water across the table. An idea sprouted in the Pokemon's mind. She used her head to roll the vase right to the edge of the table. With a powerful flick of her head, her antennae sent the vase flying into the chair, smashing it but knocking the chair against the counter at the same time. The vase was immediately followed by the Venipede, which landed solidly in the chair's curve.
Unfortunately, that very curve kept the Pokemon from climbing up onto the counter - now that the chair was leaning against the cupboard, the backrest was almost vertical. The legs which found purchase on the wooden table were worse than useless on the chair's plastic surface. The Venipede tried to climb up onto the counter multiple times, but she was unable to do so without slipping straight back down.
The Venipede's eyes narrowed as she looked up at the box. It was taunting her - delicious food was almost within reach, and protected by nothing but a weak cardboard shell. It wasn't fair. The insect began to growl, a strange noise made up of a series of rolling clicks. Her antennae began to glow white, and a second idea popped into the Pokemon's head. She fired a quick Pin Missile up at the box. The blindingly white arrow drilled a hole straight through the box, sending it cartwheeling into the air before landing on the cold hard tiles. Small hard bits of kibble in different shapes and colours scattered across the floor, sounding similar to the noise made when the Venipede walked.
Almost crying with happiness, the Poison-type slipped off the chair and hit the ground with a thump. She immediately started eating the kibble, moving methodically in a grid-based search pattern. Despite her ravenous hunger, she only managed to eat about a third of the box before becoming full. She left the kitchen and crawled past the boy on her way to the woman's bedroom. He was still playing his game, only now he was being surrounded by small creatures that exploded when they were shot. The Pokemon entered the bedroom and crawled under the bed before beginning to doze off.
Half an hour later, the Venipede was awakened by the woman's angry shouts. "What the hell kind of mess is this?" she screamed. "I told you to feed the poor Pokemon, not turn my kitchen into a warzone!"
The Venipede's eyes crinkled.