A/N: Just like the other one, this is just something I came up with on the spot. I kind of liked the idea, so I wrote it down. Meh.
Pokemon Capture: Sewaddle
Needed Characters: 3k
Actual Characters: 3565
Sunlight shone through the dirty window next to John’s bed, creeping under his still closed eyelids and illuminating the empty right side of the bed. He grunted and turned over, trying to go back to sleep, but failed. His eyes flickered open, somewhat reluctantly. He slid out of bed and rubbed his eyes, still not used to waking up alone every morning. He walked into his bathroom where he threw on a pair of sweats, brushed his teeth, and grimaced at the mirror. He was in his late 50’s, had very sparse pepper-colored hair, and a surly look on his face. Stubble covered each cheek, but he didn’t bother to shave. He had retired a year ago, and now that his wife was gone…. With some effort, he pushed the thought of her out of his head and went to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
Only one word is needed to describe that kitchen: filthy. Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, mud was tracked across the tile floor, and crumbs littered the counters and kitchen table. John didn’t notice. He opened the fridge and pulled out a slice of cold pizza, which he began gnawing on ferociously. Life, he thought, perhaps correctly, is like a kitchen. If there’s no one around to take care of yours, then it’s going to get less than desirable very quickly. As he mused over his losses, a small Pokemon peeked around the corner and looked at him, its small, beady black eyes filled with fear. The silkworm Pokemon had been hiding ever since John’s wife left, and he wasn’t quite sure what had happened to it. He watched it from the corner of his eyes, afraid that any sudden movements might spook it. The poor thing was probably starving. Slowly but surely, the green and orange Pokemon inched closer to the sink, where a large head of rotten lettuce lay. Finally, it reached its snack and began to devour it as though it hadn’t eaten in months.
John swallowed a bite of his pizza, then called gently, “Sugar.” The Sewaddle looked up at the mention of its name. “Sugar,” he called again. Sugar took one more bite of the lettuce before crawling over to John. It cocked its head and cast a suspicious look at him, before allowing him to pet its head. After a moment, the Sewaddle sighed with pleasure and curled into his lap, where it began to make a low noise that sounded almost like a purr. Almost absentmindedly, he began talking to it. “I’m glad you decided to come out from hiding. I know it’s been hard since she left, but you need to eat and be out in the sunlight. You’re a grass-type, you need to be out in the sun.”
As though it could understand his words, Sugar jumped climbed up onto the table and began to bask in the sunlight coming through the open window. Its color brightened almost immediately and it almost seemed to glow as it absorbed the sun’s rays.
“See?” John muttered, “You should go outside more.” He stood up from his spot at the table and threw the rest of his pizza out. He turned to the sink. “I should probably clean this up too.” He began to carefully wash the dishes that had seemed to multiply almost overnight, and as he worked, he began to whistle. Still on the table, Sugar began to hum along. Before John realized it, all of the dishes were either cleaned and put away or in the dishwasher. “Why don’t I take you outside to play while I wait for these to finish?” he asked as he picked Sugar up and took the small Pokemon into the backyard. As John cradled her safely in his arms, Sugar stretched out, feeling safe. “I guess we should think about starting over,” he said thoughtfully, mostly to himself. Sugar hummed louder.