“I’m going to go catch me a Pokémon today,’ said the Pokémon trainer.
It was bright and sunny out in Vermillion City as Fred entered the city. People were crowding around the Pokémon Center in a panic so he decided to go see what was up. Apparently there had been some sort of accident as there were both people and Pokémon being brought in via stretcher. Running up to the crowd, he peaked through to see what was happening, He wasn’t all that big. Fourteen years old, short black hair and glasses. He squeezed his way through and saw that there were antidotes being brought in as well. Poking an old man’s shoulder, he
inquired what had happened.
“Oh well some young folks were down at the docks, partying and what not, before being attacked by something. Not sure what it was but they had some real nasty poison wounds. Third time this month too,” he said as he gave a very sympathetic look.
“Hmm that’s very strange. Thank you for the help old man!” Fred said as he ran off, waving to the man. The man stuttered and yelled at him, waving his cane.
“I am not old!”
Heading to the docks, he found that not many people where around, only a lone fisherman casting his line like nothing had happened. He wore the standard orange vest and hat while his black rubber boots contrasted greatly. He reached into his tackle box and grabbed a lure to attach to the hook. The trainer wasn’t sure what his deal was but he approached him anyway. The footsteps on the docks where audible so the fisherman turned around, giving the trainer a light smile.
“So are you here to catch the ‘Mystery Pokémon’? That’s what everybody is calling it,” he said, humming a tune while he spoke.
The boy pulled out his PokeDex and started looking up types. It had to be a poison type since the victims had poisonings so that narrowed it down quite a bit. He thought that since they were docks it was possibly a water type too. Water and Poison. He set the commands into the Dex and it began finding matches. It brought up Pokémon that learned Toxic or poison moves. Fred went through the list and found that one Pokémon had a typing of Water and Poison. Tentacool. This would make the most sense and they have been documented to be sighted around this area.
“So do you have an extra rod I can use?”
“Nah but if you got to the fishing store at the end of the first street my brother is on duty, he’ll be inside. Just pick out something and I’ll cover the fee,”
“Sweet! Thanks old timer,” he said as her ran off, leaving a disheveled fisher man looking at him oddly.
After walking the street for a few minutes he came across the fishing shop that fisherman talked about. Upon entering the establishment, Fred found that the fisherman looked exactly like his brother. Height. Facial structures, everything was similar. He slowly approached the counter and began speaking to the trainer.
“So what can I get you?”
“So I was talking to your brother and he I could get a fishing rod here and he’ll pick up on the fee,” the trainer said as he looked at the myriad of rods on the wall. He found one that seemed fairly hi tech, very advanced as well. This could be what he needed. Grabbing the Super Rod from its hook and a Tentacool lure, he went to the counter and set the gear on the counter. The man rang the items up and sent him off.
With his new gear ready, Fred was ready to catch this Tentacool.
Heading back to the docks, Fred found the fisherman at the far end of the dock, drinking a beer while his fishing pole was routed in a stand. The trainer figured he wanted to get some rest while he did some fishing. Walking up next to him, he sat down and cast his line into the water. Smiling, he waited. The life of a fisherman was supposed to be one of patience and diligence. The person who said that must have been old. Watching the placid waters, he wondered if this would be easy or hard. He was only a starting trainer and only had two Pokémon but that should be more than enough. Squirtle could handle any water type while Pikachu could just zap it into submission. He was prepared. Suddenly he felt a tugging on his line and a long whirring sound coming from the line being pulled. He pulled his rod back as the fisherman watched. This thing wasn’t going to give up easily. Tugging once more on the rod, he pulled as hard as he could and a loud splash came from the water.
Out from the water and attached to the line as a Tentacool, squirming around wildly. The trainer and the fisherman looked at the jellyfish oddly and wondered. Suddenly the Tentacool sprang up, balancing itself on its tentacles. Both were in shock but immediately threw his Pokeball and summoned his Pikachu. The little spark mouse jumped up and down hyperactively as it awaited orders from its master. The Tentacool used Poison Sting, firing purple darts at the Pikachu but it was running circles
around the Tentacool.
“Wow...I guess being hyperactive has its good points. Thundershock attack!”
The Pikachu released massive bolts of electricity at the Tentacool and paralyzed it badly. Sparks surrounded it as it struggled to move. It winced and raised its body and summoned a massive wave that flowed towards them. The trainer panicked but then he remembered Pikachu’s strongest move.
The Pikachu had raised its stubby little hands to the sky and summoned a massive bolt of lightning down from the sky. It directly hit the Tentacool, sending it in a daze. Fred grabbed a PokeBall from his belt and expanded it by pressing the white circle in the middle. Rearing back, he threw it and sucked it in with a flash of red light. The ball shook Once..Twice..Thrice…