Three days.
Waking up to another day here with an energetic Squirtle that enters almost every day, today was no different.
They got up to the Pokemon bouncing from floor-to-wall and back. “Squirtle!” It leapt onto their bed, just barely caught in time. Three days and it’s been like this.
The trainer pet the Pokemon’s head, closing the door on it as they changed to a new set of clothes. Another day here collecting dust- the third day.
A dusty ball was lifted from the desk it sat on. Today was the day and this time, they meant it.
The door swung open as a blur passed the Pokemon and down the flight of stairs.
“Squirtle!”
Past the table and for the next door they ran, slipping one shoe in after the other, pushing down on the knob to a late “Wait!”, the trainer left.
Today, they would start at the outskirts. Pokeball in hand, the grass met their feet. Today’s plan: Train their Pokemon and catch one.
Crouching, they searched for their target, a Heracross. That would be their first Pokemon they catch. As the trainer walked through the bushes, a rustle nearby grabbed their attention. Readying a Pokeball, eyeing the area of movement, they threw it at the unsuspecting figure just for the ball to bounce off and back to the trainer.
“Squirtle!’
A blue turtle popped its head out the grass. “Squirtle! Squirtle-Squirt!” It shouted.
For a moment, the trainer stared at it, bewildered, before releasing a sigh. Scratch that. They were training, catching, and now babysitting a Squirtle. They told it not to get in the way today and Squirtle… agreed, running off to a tree. That was easier than expected.
As the trainer crept through the grass, they steadied a grip on the ball in their hand. A bush rustled and they sent out the capsule. Waiting and waiting for it to reveal their partner, they watched as the ball bounced back to them again. So they threw another, another, and another, yet no Pokemon came out of them.
Alright, change of plans. They would catch whatever’s in the bush right now. Readying a ball,they tossed it as hard as they could in the same direction as the other balls as it disappeared, deep into the bushes. Then it stopped. They stood in place for a moment, waiting before they walked deeper. On the ground lay a Pokeball alone in the tall grass. The trainer grabbed it, held the ball in their hands for a moment. Did they catch a Pokemon by themself?
They stared at it. The first Pokemon they caught, all by themself and with no Pokemon to help. And that’s if this Pokeball had a Pokemon in it at all. The trainer exited the grass, to the tree where a Squirtle tossed a ball back-and-forth with a familiar rat.
That answers their question. The trainer’s Pokemon was stolen by Squirtle to play with it.
It seemed that they were having fun as Squirtle soon leapt far and right towards the trainer. At least they had a new Pokemon, even if it was a Spinarak. One Pokemon obtained and no progress in battling experience.
“Hey! What are you doing over there!” Hollered a voice.
Their attention diverted for the next disrupter, two people running up to them. Identical in almost every way but their clothes, the two held up their Pokeballs at them. “You here for a fight or what?” They asked simultaneously.
The trainer blinked at them, showing the one pokeball in their hand, then pointing towards the Pokemon that played.
The two gave each other a look before one asked the trainer. “Are you at least part of this year’s competition?”
They nodded and the twin held the ball, facing towards them. “Then let’s battle. You, me, one-on-one.”
The other faced his brother. “But I thought that we were going to battle together!”
“Come on! It’s just a one-on-one, one Pokemon each.” He brought the ball back up again. “So let’s fight then.”
The twins stood, waiting for their opponent to respond and to their credit, they did. The trainer simply walked, ignoring the two as they went to the tree. “Guys, we’re going home.”
The rat nodded, running up to the trainer with its pokeball in its mouth while Squirtle complained, catching up to them.
Left alone at the field, the boys watched as the stranger left. “Now I wanna really fight ‘em,” spoke one.
“You and me both,” the other commented.
On the way back, Squirtle skipped happily, moving all over the place on the sidewalk, whereas the trainer walked at least fast enough to keep up with it, their Pokemon on their shoulder.
They walked until Squirtle bumped into someone. An Eevee flew back to the person behind it. “Sorry!” The new figure said. She picked up the normal-type, dashing past the group as she turned around. “I’m Eve by the way! I work at the local Poke Mart! Feel free to visit anytime, we’ll have something on the house for you!”
And then the group went home. Ivysaur lectured Squirtle as the three got cleaned, while the delicious smell of whatever Charizard was making for dinner roamed the air.
Lazy and disinterested in Fandom, here you go. It's a rough draft of whateverIwasmaking
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