The Weekly Prompt Thread

[Silverwynde]

The day after the one I posted 16 November...

As Miriam opened her eyes that morning, a soft giggling could be heard. She rolled over and to her surprise, the side of her bed was empty. Instead, Guardian was standing before the bedroom window, his face pressed against the frosted glass. He was squirming in excitement. “Miri, come and see! It’s all white outside! There’s snow everywhere!” He dashed towards the bed and grasped her by the arm, trying to pull her to the window. “You have to come and see it!”

With a bemused smile and a shake of her head, Miriam took the Golett’s hand and made her way to the window. She stared in surprise as she saw her front yard. There had to be several inches of snow on the ground, a stark contrast to the light dusting Nuvema Town had received earlier in the week. “Oh, wow,” she whispered. Still clutching Guardian’s hand, she turned and asked her friend, “So, did you want to go out and play around for a bit?”

Guardian stared at her. “You mean we can go out and play in that? You and me, together?” He seemed surprised.

“Of course we can,” she replied. Guardian was too shocked to speak but he managed to nod his head.

Ten minutes later, Guardian was standing in front of the Blake’s front door, trying not to fidget. Miriam was tying the hood to his coat. He didn’t mind wearing it; as a ground-type, he had a tendency to get cold quickly. But it always surprised him that Miriam took this into account. He wasn’t quite used to having someone worrying over him.

Miriam helped him pull on a pair of bright red mittens and said, “Are you ready?”

“YES!” Guardian was jumping up and down.

“Okay, then,” she replied as she opened the door.

Guardian let loose a yelp and dove into the whiteness. He missed the few stairs on the front stoop completely and landed on his chest with a soft thump. He lay in the snow for a moment, not knowing how to react. He sat up slowly and brushed the flakes from his coat. “Wow, it’s really cold.”

Miriam stepped into the snow next to him and burst out laughing. She had no clue as to the Golett’s true age but he acted like a small child most days. His enthusiasm never failed to bring a smile to her face. That was one of the many reasons she adored him.

Still laughing, she knelt next to him. “How about a snowball fight?” she suggested. “Bianca, Cheren and I used to have them all the time when we were younger.”

“Um, okay.” Guardian stared at the snow. “Miri, could you show me how to make a snowball? I kind of don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve seen lots of snow, but I’ve never played in it at all. ”

“Of course I can,” Miriam said. She gathered a few handfuls of the snow and started to pack it down in her gloved hands. “Oh, it’s a slightly wet.”

“Is that good?” Guardian had scraped together a small pile of snow in front of him. He scooped up a bit and began packing it as Miriam had done.

“It’s very good,” she said. “Wet snow packs better and so makes really good snowballs. Dry snow won’t stay together and falls apart too easily.”

“Oh.” Guardian mashed another handful of snow together. “You know, they look like Poké Balls.”

“And what if they were?” Miriam asked. “Would you use one to catch a Pokémon? And if you did, which one would you catch?”

Guardian stared at the mass of snow in his mitten covered hand. He looked at Miriam and with a soft lob, threw it at her. “Um, Poké Ball, go?” He stared at her. “That is what Trainers say, right?”

Miriam let loose a cry of surprise as the snowball hit her in the shoulder. She looked at the snow that stuck to her coat and speckled in her hair, then slid closer to Guardian. “Okay, you’ve caught me,” she conceded. “What do I do now, Master?”

“Huh?!” Guardian looked confused. “Wait a minute! I’m not your Master!”

“Well, you were the one who threw the Poké Snowball and caught me,” Miriam said. “That makes you my Trainer. And since you’re my Trainer, what will we do now? Should we train or should we catch another Pokémon?”

“Um…” The Golett looked at Miriam, still unsure of what he should do. He hadn’t had the chance to actually play with anyone before. When he had been in the Dragonspiral Tower, he had been the outsider, watching the others as they played games of tag, hide and seek, Psyduck Psyduck Zangoose...it had always looked as if they were having fun and he had envied them. Now he was playing with his best friend and he was a little afraid of messing it up. Guardian fussed with the zipper to his coat. “We should find another Pokémon. We’ll have more friends if we do that.”

“All right,” Miriam replied. “Lead the way, oh, mighty Pokémon trainer.”

Guardian gripped Miriam’s hand and started walking towards the side of the Blake’s house. It was where Hero was stationed, chopping firewood by hand. The Sawk heard them approach and shook his head ruefully—he had seen what they were doing and had a fair idea what would happen next.

“Look!” Miriam pointed at Hero. “It’s a wild Sawk! Do you think we can catch it?” Guardian nodded. Hero sighed and placed the small log he was holding aside. Maybe taking a short break wasn’t such a bad idea.

Miriam raced towards Hero, a broad grin on her face. Guardian had dropped to his knees and started pressing more snow into snowballs. “Um, use Tackle!” He was trying to sound confident. With a nod, Miriam bumped into Hero. The Sawk repressed the urge to laugh and with the side of his hand, gently tapped Miriam on the forehead. She took a step back, as if she were stumbling.

“Ow, he hit me with a Brick Break!” she yelped. “I don’t know if I can weaken him!”

“Try another Tackle but be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Guardian had already made three new snowballs. As he started on a fourth, Miriam bumped into Hero again. Chuckling, Hero tried to tap her on the forehead a second time. “Miri, look out!” The Golett’s voice was a shout. “He’s about to use Brick Break. Dodge it!” Miriam took a step back and now it was Hero’s turn to stumble. “Uh, Poké Ball, go!” Guardian lobbed a snowball in Hero’s direction. Unfortunately, his aim was off and it sailed over Hero’s shoulder, causing the Sawk to snicker. “Well, that didn’t work. I’ll try again.” Guardian grabbed another snowball and threw it towards Hero.

This one struck the Sawk squarely in the chest. Hero looked surprised, took a step back, then stood next to Miriam. He looked at Guardian and gave a brief bow, smiling all the while.

“It looks like you’ve got two Pokémon on your team,” said Miriam. “What should we do now? Should we train or challenge a Pokémon gym?” Hero and Miriam looked at Guardian expectantly.

The Golett looked at his friends and picked at his zipper. “Miri, do you think you can take over for a bit? Being a Trainer is a little tough. I think I’d rather be a Pokémon instead.”

Miriam smiled, shook her head and walked over to Guardian. “Whatever makes you happy,” she said as she offered him her hand. “Want to help me build a snowman?”

“Sure.” He grasped Miriam’s outstretched hand and looked over at Hero. “Hero, do you want to help us?” Hero gave a brief nod and joined the pair. “Okay, good.” Guardian looked at Miriam and paused. “Hey, Miri?”

“Yes, oh, great and mighty Pokémon Trainer?” she teased. Hero laughed softly.

Guardian tightened his grip on Miriam’s hand and lowered his head. “Um, thanks. For everything. This is the best day out in the snow ever.” He let go of her hand and hugged her. "And my first, too, but the best!"

“Yeah, you’re right,” Miriam said softly. “You’re so right about that.”

[LightningTopaz]

Very nice--Guardian pretending to be a trainer was cute

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your characters go to see a pop idol's concert

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your characters win a radio contest

[mewstone]

I should get extra points for making it Christmas themed

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Acid proclaimed again, and again, and again, as she had been doing so for the past two hours.

“I got it!” The Poison King raised his voice, which was rare unless he was really angry, “I don’t care that you won some stupid contest because you’re stupid!”

“You done?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry darling,” he hung his head, “but you shouldn’t flaunt your winnings you should be grateful for I helped you win this prize you covet so.”

“The question was to name the most berries, you gave me the name of one. I don’t need to share one ounce of my bounty,” she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Do you even know what you won?”

She stopped in her tracks, “No, but it has to be something amazing for such an amazing, and wonderful person,” she picked up her pace.

“You forgot modest,” he said under his breath.

“I heard that dear,” she glared; they walked the rest of the way as silent as the falling snow, leaving footprints behind as they trekked toward the nearest town to claim the prize. When they got to the radio store, the prize worsened her mood, the radio show host handed her a large, heavy book, “A book? I don’t read ever, unless it’s a potion recipe!” she cried as they walked out of the building.

“But Acid this is a classic, it teaches you about the true meaning of Christmas!” he took the book in his hands.

“You can keep it I hate Christmas.” She said, “The only good that comes out of it is the possibility Bianca will get those smoke bombs I asked for. I’m not going to that party our friends are throwing this evening either!”

“Come on Acid that can’t be true! It will be so much fun.”

“Ba Humbug,” she said and walked back home without another word. The King examined the book, and an old mischievous grin found its way onto his face for the first time in ages.
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Acid was settling down for the night, the King wasn’t back from the party yet and she frankly didn’t care that he went without her, much. She and the King had developed the habit of sleeping in a large tree beside her cottage that resembled a pokemon center. She fell asleep but wasn’t like that for long.

“Boo!” cried a voice.

“What!” Acid was sitting up with a branch in her hands prepared to defend if need be.

“Hey Acid!” came the voice, it was Sarah, the ten year old girl with blonde pig tails that had gotten around to following Acid and her friends around.

“Sarah?” Acid sighed, lying back down.

“Wait I’m here too!” Matt’s voice sounded, he was her partner in crime, “And don’t fall asleep yet!”

“Why not?” both of them appeared in the window the tree grew closest to.

“Because we are actually ghosts,” they both had white sheets on with eye holes hastily cut out, “to tell you to believe in Christmas.”


“No.” she replied closing her eyes.

“Oh and you’ll be haunted by three ghost not counting us,” Sarah continued.

“Leave me alone go to your party,” she said putting her blanket over her head.

“We warned you,” Matt said and they both ran away down the steps and back outside to somewhere else in the forest.

“Nice special effects,” she grumbled and fell back asleep.

She only slept another hour when, “Alice!” came a sharp sound.

She bolted up, only two people knew her real name so it must have been, “Elise I am trying to sleep can you take this ghost nonsense back to Halloween! And don’t call me that!”

Elise stepped out of the window, a bright light seemed to hang around her, her long white dress billowed in the icy wind, she levitated toward Acid and spoke, “I am the ghost of Christmas past didn’t ghost Sarah and Matt tell you Alice?”

“Yeah, but I chose to ignore them like I should be doing to you.”

“But I am here to take you back to Christmases before you were friends or enemies with us, back when you were Alice.” She took a deep breath and, nothing, “Why didn’t that work?”

“Disappointed?” I can’t remember any Christmases before I became a Rocket, too young.

“Fine I’ll show you Christmas as a Rocket,” again nothing happened.

“When you were a Rocket did you have Christmas?” Acid asked.

“Fine! So you have no Christmas past, I get it, wait, found one!” the world changed around them, until they were in the same exact spot except one year earlier.

“Show off,” Acid muttered, she watched as a very familiar bickering twosome walked under the tree.

“What do you want for Christmas Acid?” The younger King asked.

“Christmas is stupid I don’t want anything but to be left alone,” the younger Acid complained.

“Why, Alice?” he asked.

“I told you not to call me that idiot,” she screeched, then her voice softened, “I never got to have a Christmas with my parents before, it happened, I can’t remember them at all.” Although at the time Acid hated The King’s guts, she felt inclined to tell him her secrets.

“Oh,” they kept walking together.

“I hate you,” she added.

“When someone says they hate someone it means that they love that person,” The King said smiling.

“I will never ever love you and your ridiculous sparkly hat!” she exclaimed.

“You know this hat was custom made by five tailors...” the scene faded away and left both of them sitting on the old tree in the present.

“Tommy!” Elise yelled, “You’re next!” She floated down, Acid had no doubt Jack was using his Kadabra to assist her.

The young boy, known as Tommy, was dressed in his normal attire; the only change was a reef with holly berries sticking out placed on his messy brown hair. “Hey Acid I’m the ghost of the present and there it is,” he pointed to the large house that the party was being held in, “All your friends are having fun and The King has been mopey and there’s mistletoe!” he said quickly, his eyes sparkling, she had no doubt he had found himself under the mistletoe with a certain brown-eyed girl, “That all I’ve got sorry but the preset is fleeting and I can’t make magic happen like Elise so have fun with the future.” He left as quickly as he came, much like the present.

“Who’s future then?” she said about fed up with the whole business.

“Me, my darling,” The King stepped onto the branch from the window, “I know I can’t show you the future for nothing is set in stone but I was hoping we could make a future together, one bright no matter how many insults you throw at me,” he offered her his hand, she stood and took it.

"Your hat is silly you know?" she said.

"I know Alice, I know." He led her to the party leaving behind the book Acid won that day, it was titled, The Christmas Carol.

[LightningTopaz]

That was pretty clever--wonder what your characters had to do to win that copy of "A Christmas Carol"--Answer a question? Sing a song? Or just be X caller when a cue played?

[mewstone]

It says in the story,

"The question was to name the most berries

[LightningTopaz]

Oh, I guess I didn't see that

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

What was the best Christmas present your characters got this year?

[mewstone]

I tried to referance every prompt these two have been in, one day they'll be in a fanfic one day...

“Yes!” Acid yelled holding up a small capsule, “Smoke bombs!”

“I’m glad you got what you wanted,” a hat-less Poison King replied. He lost his hat a
few days ago when walking into town; he searched for it franticly but gave up when he couldn’t find it, Acid had said good riddance and didn’t help him look. Jeffery and his friends came over yesterday and gave Acid the gift she had wanted; she was still going on about it.

“I can’t wait to try it out,” she said, but frowned, “Something’s wrong with you.”

“What? Nothing is wrong,” he said defensively.

“King, I’ve known you for almost two years and dated you for one, you are upset.” She retorted.

“How can you tell?” he asked.

“We’re not arguing, you’ve gone along with everything I’ve said this Christmas, you didn’t even try to raise your voice against me when I said Bianca would get fat if she ate any of the gingerbread!”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“You must not have liked the gift I got you,” she decided.

“No it was lovely,” she had given him a concoction that made your tongue turn blue, he really did love it, he could pour it into someone’s food, it would be a wonderful prank.

“Your hat!” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“Ever since you lost it you’ve been all depressed and submissive, you haven’t corrected my manners at all this entire Christmas season!”

“You should love this me then,” he said.

She pulled something from underneath her chair and placed it on his head, it was his hat, “I don’t love that you, I didn’t fall in love with that you, I fell in love with the crazy, judgmental, critical, amazing, loving, careing, king of poison.”

“Alice, I don’t know what to say, how did you find it?” he asked looking at his hat it brought him back to their adventures, the rim was a bit charred from one pichu with social development problems, a splatter of cake from a failed cooking attempt, it was bent a bit from being blasted into a wall by a malfunctioning float at a parade, a spot damaged by snow after being a ghost that foretold future events.

“I searched around hours after you stopped, you don’t look the same without your dorky sparkly hat.” She said.

“Dorky? This hat was custom made-,” he started.

“By five different tailors, I know, I know,” she kissed him, his hat firmly upon his head, the kiss and the hat were the best Christmas gifts he ever got in his entire life.

[LightningTopaz]

Aw, that was cute!

Your prompt this week:

Your characters try to stay up till midnight to ring in the new year--do they succeed? What do they do to keep themselves awake?

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your characters play a board game to pass the time.

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your characters go to the movies

[LightningTopaz]

Your prompt this week:

Your character puts a video of their Pokemon on the Pokeworld equivalent of YouTube, and it goes viral--how do they react to the sudden fame?

[The Jingster]

A loud yawn filled the room as a figure stepped out of bed. It was dark, too dark to really see anything. The figure reached over to the light switch and turned on the lights. He passed his hand through his white hair, stopping for a moment simply to hold his head.

“Damn, must have been a rough night, I don’t even remember getting to bed…”

Suddenly, he fell over and began to vomit, this was weird. He had been out training, trying to become stronger so that he could join the karate club at school. He and Tyson, his tyrouge, had spent most of the night sparring, building up endurance and stamina. He remembered taking a blow or two to the stomach, and maybe a roundhouse kick to the head, which would explain the headache, but nothing that would induce vomit. He stood up and stared at his pile of vomit, it was strange….he felt hungry now, not nauseous.

That was when his computer lit up.

“Mark, you have got to see this!”

Moving over to his computer, the boy named Mark stared at a figure made out of polygons on the screen. It was obvious to him what it was; it was Perky, the porygon his father had given him as a present a few years back. For a gambler, he sure had a lucky streak every now and then.

His eyes quickly widened as he noticed what Perky was pulling up onto the screen. There was a video of him and Tyson. The two were sparring as usual but then stopped and picked up some berries. At first glance he figured they were oran berries, but soon after eating them he realized they were anything but. The two resumed sparring, only this time, their blows were way off. After a few minutes one of Tyson’s punches hit him in the jaw, knocking him over, causing him to curl up into a ball and start crying. There was no way that he’d do that, those berries had done something, they had to have been the look alike oren berries.

After a few seconds of Mark crying, and yelling at Tyson that he was nothing but a bully, Tyson helped him up and gave him a hug. They were both crying, and somebody had taken on the roll of voice actor and spoke for Tyson.

“No man, I love you bro. Sorry for beating you up like that, I won’t do it again!”

“Its okay bro, you couldn’t help it, it was in your nature, I still love you bro!”

“Bro!”

The two spent a few seconds hugging, and suddenly gave each other slow motion fistbumps, quickly followed by jab from Tyson and the process repeating. After a few more cycles of this the two started dancing, then laughing, then crying, and then saying something about there being nothing wrong with human-pokémon relationships? Only three words managed to escape Mark’s mouth.

“What…..the…..hell….”

Then to add insult to injury a few words appeared on screen, ‘Don’t do drugs, or you’ll end up like these idiots’.

That was the last straw; he quickly disconnected his phone from the computer and burst out of the room. He ran downstairs, where Tyson was busy eating a bowl of cereal. Not even asking to see if he was suffering from the same ‘hang over’, he showed him the video, which Perky kindly showed on the phone. It only took two minutes before Tyson spit out his cereal and headed for the door.

The moment the door opened up, an onslaught of flashing lights met them. There was a whole group of photographers and journalists, all around Mark’s age. It was obvious that they were from the various school newspapers. He took one quick look at the phone and checked the number of views.

“Two m-m-million?”

He immediately started running straight forwards, pushing the crowd out of his way, ignoring whatever questions they asked.

“Is it true that you and your tyrouge are having a sexual relationship?”

“Do the two of you get high often?”

“Why did you decide to upload the video?”

Right behind him, Tyson was moving fast. After a few minutes of running, the two managed to hide in some bushes. Mark was pissed; his entire high school career was ruined. He had just started as a freshman and now he would be called the gay pokémon lover, and he thought being the loner who lived on his own was a bad reputation. With this video out to the public, there was no way he’d be able to get a job at Silph Co. now. He’d have to change his name, get plastic surgery, and move to Unova if he wanted any chance at living a relatively peaceful life.

No, he had a better idea. Out of all of the people in this town, there was only one person who would do something like this. Izzy, that stupid nerd was always jealous of him having a porygon. He’d have to find him and convince him to take down the video, or at least state that they had been acting. Knowing him, he’d probably have to be a little rough, though that wouldn’t be much of a problem. Mark grinned at the thought as he cracked his knuckles, being rough was his specialty.

Whoo, like always that was fun to type. I think I’ll do one of these a week, and I’ll see if I can make then have some kind of cohesive story if possible. Who knows, it might attract more attention to this awesome thread, so expect more of Mark, Tyson, and Perky….maybe some oren berries xD