[OOC]: This was originally going to be a story for multiple Pokemon. However, over the past few days I haven't had any motivation, so I decided that I will instead post this as is, in order to get a second Pokemon so I can try the National Park. I apologize for being much longer than the required MCR. Also, while this is only for a simple capture, I am really interested to see what my grader has to say, so I can take those tips into account when I write my next story. Please feel free to provide more critique than normal, as I would love to become a better writer. The story consists of this post and the next.
Character Count: 18,080
Attempted Captures: Diglett (M)
The dawn broke through his bedroom window, casting streams of illuminating yellow light through the half-closed blinds. Dust motes fluttered along micro-currents of air caused by his shallow breathing. As the sun rose higher into the air, the rays of light within his bedroom soon reached his face, causing him to stir. After a moment, he awoke with a yawn and a long stretch while he still lay in bed. His eyes opened sleepily, with several blinks to adjust them to the new light which had disturbed him from his sleep. The young man rose onto his elbows, taking in his surroundings. He was currently in his small, one-bedroom apartment. Various clothing items were strewn across the floor. His dresser was piled high with books and magazines, almost all of which were about Pokémon. Just opposite the dresser was a long mirror, and next to that was his closet. Some would find it amusing that most of the contents that would reside within this closet were currently on the aforementioned floor. The young man sat up fully and turned his body so that his legs hung over the bed and his feet touched the floor. A strange lump underneath the blankets began stirring, and out of this heap of cloth emerged a floating metal ball. It had a screw atop its head, a large ocular circle in the “front” of the ball, and two large magnets on either “side” of the metallic ball. Two smaller screws adorned the bottom of this creature, with their heads pointed forward. This was a Pokémon, of the species Magnemite. Scientists were still arguing over how it maintained levitation through manipulation of electromagnetic waves.
“Maagnemiiite.” The Magnemite emitted its name with a strange electric humming, like what standing in the middle of a large transformer station would sound like. The young man turned to his right, where an alarm clock sat half-buried beneath several shirts on top of a nightstand. It read 7:39. The metallic creature levitated towards him, its singular large eye watching with a remarkable amount of intelligence.
“Yeah, I know it’s early Magnet.” He reached over to the alarm clock, fighting against the clothing to reach the alarm switch. Toggling it to off, he swept the shirts of the nightstand and returned the alarm to its original location. He stood now, stretching once more and giving a large yawn of defiance to the sun and the idea of being awake in general. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. It was quite dark, with an almost imperceptible black streak running right through the middle. His mother had informed him that was his birthmark. He had even seen pictures of himself as a baby, with light brown hair and a shocking black Mohawk. His jaw was adorned with the stubble of several days, clearly having been ignored by a razor. His nose was slightly crooked, from being broken when he was a young boy. Bright blue eyes scanned the floor, searching for some reasonably clean clothes to wear. Spotting a pair of jeans and a decent shirt, he grabbed them and began dressing. His body was in decent shape, as he liked to go jogging at night. Most people tended to avoid this, but since he had a Pokémon, he had no problems.
Now sufficiently clothed, the young man and his Magnemite journeyed into the kitchen, which was out his bedroom door and slightly to the right. Dragging his feet, he made his way toward the small pantry in search of food. Magnet, however, floated off toward the refrigerator. As a species, Magnemite feed on electrical currents. The fridge provided enough energy to sustain the Pokémon, but was also simple enough in design so it wouldn’t malfunction with Magnet around. The TV, on the other hand, was a different story. The young man was just heating up a pot of water to cook his Cup O’ Noodle with when the phone rang, startling him. He answered, only to have his ears deafened from a mans bellowing shout.
“RAYCE!” The man shouted through the telephone. If spit could travel through phone lines, Rayce imagined he would be covered by the stuff. “Why isn’t this infestation taken care of!? I told you I wanted it finished by this week!” The man, who was Mr. Bradford, owned a large Miltank farm just outside the city. Rayce had been contracted to clear out a Diglett infestation, but he was having a hard time accomplishing the task.
“Sir, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that my partner and I are at a type disadvantage.” Rayce was referring to the fact that his Pokémon, Magnet, was a Steel and Electric type. Diglett was considered a Ground type Pokémon, which meant that he was advantaged in a battle, since ground type attacks are very effective against steel and electric Pokémon. Rayce and Magnet had been trying very hard to remove the Diglett, with limited success. “I told you it would be slow going. If you were to let me use your Chikorita…” Rayce began, but was soon cut off.
“Absolutely not! You will go nowhere near my Chika, especially not with the 23rd annual Poké Beauty Contest coming up. Chika’s a shoe in for the victory.” Some people were Pokémon Trainers, like Rayce. They used Pokémon in fights called “battles” to train their companions and make them stronger. Others, like Mr. Bradford, instead treated them more like pets, and Mr. Bradford was quite protective of his prize-winning Pokémon. Rayce sighed internally, and Magnet floated toward its trainer, sensing his frustrating. Covering the mouth piece, Rayce addressed his Pokémon.
“Looks like we’ve got to go out to Mr. Bradford’s farm today.” Magnet looked physically upset. “Yes, I know you don’t like the Diglett there, but we really need that money. It’s enough to finally send us off on a proper journey!” The Magnemite became cheerful at the sound of a journey. So far it and Rayce had only been able to do odd jobs around the city to scrape by. The idea of a real adventure made Magnet excited.
“Magnemite!” The floating creature shouted exuberantly. Rayce smiled, shaking his head at the silly thing.
“Boy, have you been listening to me!?” Bradford yelled into the phone. Rayce was snapped back into the conversation
“Yes Sir Mr. Bradford! Magnet and I will be out at your farm in about an hour. We’ll have those Diglett gone, you have my word.” Rayce held the phone to his ear with his right shoulder while he pulled the boiling water off the stove, pouring it into his Cup O’ Noodle gingerly. He blew on the soup quietly, waiting for it to reach a more suitable temperature for consumption.
“That better be the truth boy, or I’ll make sure you don’t ever find work in this town again!” With that, Bradford hung up on Rayce. It annoyed him that Mr. Bradford referred to him as "boy" all the time. He was 22. Sighing, the young trainer placed the phone back on the receiver. He quickly inhaled his food, which was still quite hot, and began the preparations. He retrieved his bag from the closet in the hallway, making sure to grab anything he felt he might need. Running through a mental checklist, Rayce made sure the bag had the most important items – Pokéballs, Potions, and his last few Full Heals.
‘We really need that money…’ Rayce thought to himself as he zipped the bag closed and placed it on his back. Magnet came floating over to him, a red hat floating in front of the Pokémon. It was Rayce’s hat, which Rayce had placed several thin strips of magnetic metal in. This meant that Magnet could manipulate electromagnetic fields to carry the hat. It was Magnet’s favorite part of their “getting ready” process. Rayce grabbed the hat and slapped it on his head while he slipped on his sneakers. “Alright Magnet, are you ready?” The Pokémon bobbed up and down in agreement, and Rayce opened the door. Immediately outside was his bike, chained to the railing that kept people from falling off the second story walk-way. Removing the lock and pushing the bike down the stairs, Rayce and Magnet headed towards the outskirts of the city, ready to begin the arduous task of removing Diglett from Mr. Bradford’s farm.