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Chapter 20
David peered through the fence at the grass on the edge of the racing track. The track wasn’t currently in use and seemed to be abandoned. Beside the stands and huddled close to the track was Spike. The heaving motions of his shell made it apparent that he was crying.
Brylie had already left to wreak havoc on the other Pokémon of the team. Hopefully she didn’t hurt them too much before they all ended up meeting him back at the Santalune City Pokémon Center. The Bunnelby had assured him that the worst injury she intended to inflict was a bruised ego, and she was adamant that some team members sorely needed it.
The boy waited until most of the sobs had stopped before he jumped the fence and walked towards the turtle. Spike glanced over quickly before looking forward and straightening his black scarf so he didn’t look like he’d been crying at all.
“Hey,” said David gently as he sat beside the Squirtle.
“Hi,” muttered Spike as he wiped at his eyes in hastiness. The boy pretended not to notice.
“This is a nice spot,” commented the boy as he made a show of glancing around at their surroundings. “I’ve been here before with my mom when she was back in her Rhyhorn racing heyday. It’s been a little while since I was last here … I was just a kid. I never realized how peaceful it was here when there were no people around.”
Spike didn’t reply.
“Would you like to talk about what is bothering you?” asked David as he placed a hand behind himself and leaned back a little.
The Squirtle didn’t look at him but continued to stare out over the racetrack as he spoke.
“You will abandon me.”
“What makes you say that?” asked the boy as he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at his own shoes.
“I’m not cool enough,” snapped the tiny turtle as the tears began welling up in the one eye that could be seen. “I’m just a stupid Squirtle. Bulbasaur and Charmander are way cooler Pokémon than I ever could be. I thought wearing my ribbon like an eyepatch and speaking weirdly would make you like me better, but it’s just like the other trainer! I’m worthless!”
As he’d been yelling, Spike had been working on untying the black ribbon on his head, and when his fingers kept fumbling with it, he yanked it off as forcefully as he could and threw it as far away as was possible. It arced out and landed in the middle of the trampled track beside them.
“Stop,” said David, his voice as calm and gentle as the hand he placed on the Pokémon’s shell. “That’s not how I see you.”
“Of course it is,” muttered the Squirtle as the tears began pouring out of both his eyes and he didn’t bother to try hiding it. “You don’t have to say anything. I know when I’m being pushed aside in favor of a better, more powerful Pokémon.”
“Have you not been listening to anything?” asked David, still in a calm gentle tone. “I don’t have a favourite on this team. Even out of the Pokémon in the box that I have yet to train. I want to get to know each and every one of you. It may mean some of you are going to sit out certain battles, but that’s because I care about you and I don’t want anyone to push themselves into dying. I don’t want to lose another team member.”
Spike was silent for a second. “Why did he abandon me? What did I do wrong?”
“Oh, Spike,” said David as emotion leaked into his voice and he gently lifted the Pokémon’s chin so he was looking up at the boy. “Would you believe me when I tell you that I completely understand? I used to ask myself that question a lot while I was growing up. I still do sometimes. ‘Why would he just leave us? It’s my fault. I wasn’t good enough to make him stay.’ Since I started this journey with you and Fredric and Casper and the others, I’ve begun to realize that being abandoned is never your fault. It’s the fault of the person who couldn’t see the goodness and light of your heart and will never know what it is they threw away.”
The Squirtle sniffled loudly.
“And I think it was a good thing your original trainer decided to throw you away,” replied David with a smile down at the little blue Pokémon. “If they hadn’t, you never would have come my way, and I wouldn’t have ended up with such an interesting Pokémon to raise and train and forge a true friendship with.”
Those last words seemed to be too much for Spike. With a sound that crossed a choking sound with a shuttering sob, he launched himself into David’s arms with a hug. The boy caught him and hugged him back gently. He held the Pokémon until all sobbing was spent and the heaves of his shell had all but stopped.
Once the Squirtle was breathing regularly, David stood and walked to the track where the black scarf-like ribbon had carelessly been tossed. He picked it up and returned to Spike as he undid the knot the turtle had had trouble to remove.
“Do you remember what I told you about this when we first met?” asked David as he crouched beside the Pokémon.
The turtle nodded as he stared down at the ribbon. “You said that this ribbon was a sign that you were welcoming me to be a part of your team. That I could wear it however I wanted.”
The boy held up the ribbon and clenched it in one fist.
“I know how you felt about your first trainer,” he said softly. “I, too, was abandoned by someone, and it’s probably why I can sympathise with all of you. I know the pain of betrayal and loss and I never want to inflict that on anyone.”
Spike stared up at him with very wide eyes.
“I want to make a new vow,” said David as he met those eyes and held them in his own gentle gaze. “This ribbon will be my way of telling you that you are my friend. It will be a symbol that I will never give up on you. Even if we should have a fight, I will always be here to forgive you and welcome you back with open arms.”
Another tear leaked out from the Pokémon’s eyes and the boy was sure it wasn’t in sadness or frustration.
“Do you accept this ribbon and the vow I make with it?” asked David as he held out the ribbon.
“Yes,” replied the Squirtle without hesitation as he reach for the ribbon.
Upon contact with the black material, Spike began to glow very brightly. David fought the urge to shield his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from narrowing them at the sudden light.
The Squirtle grew taller as two feathery ears sprouted on either side of his head. His tail lengthened and grew bushier. Through those few main changes, his hand remained on top of the ribbon in David’s.
The light stopped and there was no mistaking the Wartortle before him as Spike. The turtle’s skin was a slightly different shade of blue, and he was definitely taller, but as he looked at himself in wonder, David could still she his friend behind those new eyes.
“I’m a Wartortle!” exclaimed Spike in joyful alarm. “I evolved!”
“You did!” exclaimed the boy as he gave the turtle a hug. “Now, how do you want to wear your ribbon?”
“I think as a headband this time,” said the Wartortle in happiness. “Not like the eyepatch I had before, but low enough so it looks like it half covers my eyes. Make sure the ties are on the side of my face this time instead of behind my head.”
“Okay,” replied David with a grin as he tied the ribbon-scarf as specified. “There, you definitely look like quite the dashing rouge. What do you say we get back to the Pokémon Center and see what the others are up to?”
Preface; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14766626/
Previous; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16057277/
Next; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16371890/
=====================================================
David's Known Team At This Point
RED: Fredric the Braixen, Ian the Inkay
YELLOW: Scottie the Scraggy, Flint the Fletchinder
GREEN: Gabriella the Gabite, Casper the Butterfree, Evan the Eevee
BLUE: Fritz the Frogadier, Wenona the Beedrill, Timmie the Froakie
PURPLE: Brylie the Bunnelby,Felix the Froakie, Panos the Pansage
BLACK: Giordan the Gourgeist, Spike the Squirtle, Stevie the Snivy
This is a Fanfiction featuring the Wonderlocke mechanic under my own rules.
Talon's Rules
1. All Pokemon (with maybe the exception of your starter if you so wish) must have been obtained within a Wonder Trade upon starting the game.
2. You have six slots in your party. You must have three pokemon you can interchange per slot. Pokemon from the same group slot can never be in your party at the same time. Only one per group slot at a time. You will have a grand total of eighteen pokemon as part of your team.
3. If a Pokemon should faint, it is considered "DEAD" and must be either released or placed in the PC. Once all three pokemon from a group slot have fainted, you can only use five pokemon at a time.
4. No buying items (with the exception of the Poke Balls used to aid you in your Wonder Trade). All items are found in the region (or if you are super lucky, you may be able to rely on a pokemon whose ability is Pick Up as I have). Buying TMs in the Shop is the exception.
I do not own any characters that may coincide with characters from the games.
Pokemon and all characters associated with the games are © Nintendo and Gamefreak.
This Fan Fiction is of my own creativity.
Personal Notes
Sorry for the length of time between my last story post ... I tried a comic in between and I know the quality is so bad it's not even worth looking at. It reminded me, again, of why I don't draw comics. I have enough patience to line and colour one picture and that's it ... a bunch of them make me hate doing it.
Hopefully I'll be able to get back into posting chapters on Fridays again (yes, I know it's not Friday today >.< )
David peered through the fence at the grass on the edge of the racing track. The track wasn’t currently in use and seemed to be abandoned. Beside the stands and huddled close to the track was Spike. The heaving motions of his shell made it apparent that he was crying.
Brylie had already left to wreak havoc on the other Pokémon of the team. Hopefully she didn’t hurt them too much before they all ended up meeting him back at the Santalune City Pokémon Center. The Bunnelby had assured him that the worst injury she intended to inflict was a bruised ego, and she was adamant that some team members sorely needed it.
The boy waited until most of the sobs had stopped before he jumped the fence and walked towards the turtle. Spike glanced over quickly before looking forward and straightening his black scarf so he didn’t look like he’d been crying at all.
“Hey,” said David gently as he sat beside the Squirtle.
“Hi,” muttered Spike as he wiped at his eyes in hastiness. The boy pretended not to notice.
“This is a nice spot,” commented the boy as he made a show of glancing around at their surroundings. “I’ve been here before with my mom when she was back in her Rhyhorn racing heyday. It’s been a little while since I was last here … I was just a kid. I never realized how peaceful it was here when there were no people around.”
Spike didn’t reply.
“Would you like to talk about what is bothering you?” asked David as he placed a hand behind himself and leaned back a little.
The Squirtle didn’t look at him but continued to stare out over the racetrack as he spoke.
“You will abandon me.”
“What makes you say that?” asked the boy as he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at his own shoes.
“I’m not cool enough,” snapped the tiny turtle as the tears began welling up in the one eye that could be seen. “I’m just a stupid Squirtle. Bulbasaur and Charmander are way cooler Pokémon than I ever could be. I thought wearing my ribbon like an eyepatch and speaking weirdly would make you like me better, but it’s just like the other trainer! I’m worthless!”
As he’d been yelling, Spike had been working on untying the black ribbon on his head, and when his fingers kept fumbling with it, he yanked it off as forcefully as he could and threw it as far away as was possible. It arced out and landed in the middle of the trampled track beside them.
“Stop,” said David, his voice as calm and gentle as the hand he placed on the Pokémon’s shell. “That’s not how I see you.”
“Of course it is,” muttered the Squirtle as the tears began pouring out of both his eyes and he didn’t bother to try hiding it. “You don’t have to say anything. I know when I’m being pushed aside in favor of a better, more powerful Pokémon.”
“Have you not been listening to anything?” asked David, still in a calm gentle tone. “I don’t have a favourite on this team. Even out of the Pokémon in the box that I have yet to train. I want to get to know each and every one of you. It may mean some of you are going to sit out certain battles, but that’s because I care about you and I don’t want anyone to push themselves into dying. I don’t want to lose another team member.”
Spike was silent for a second. “Why did he abandon me? What did I do wrong?”
“Oh, Spike,” said David as emotion leaked into his voice and he gently lifted the Pokémon’s chin so he was looking up at the boy. “Would you believe me when I tell you that I completely understand? I used to ask myself that question a lot while I was growing up. I still do sometimes. ‘Why would he just leave us? It’s my fault. I wasn’t good enough to make him stay.’ Since I started this journey with you and Fredric and Casper and the others, I’ve begun to realize that being abandoned is never your fault. It’s the fault of the person who couldn’t see the goodness and light of your heart and will never know what it is they threw away.”
The Squirtle sniffled loudly.
“And I think it was a good thing your original trainer decided to throw you away,” replied David with a smile down at the little blue Pokémon. “If they hadn’t, you never would have come my way, and I wouldn’t have ended up with such an interesting Pokémon to raise and train and forge a true friendship with.”
Those last words seemed to be too much for Spike. With a sound that crossed a choking sound with a shuttering sob, he launched himself into David’s arms with a hug. The boy caught him and hugged him back gently. He held the Pokémon until all sobbing was spent and the heaves of his shell had all but stopped.
Once the Squirtle was breathing regularly, David stood and walked to the track where the black scarf-like ribbon had carelessly been tossed. He picked it up and returned to Spike as he undid the knot the turtle had had trouble to remove.
“Do you remember what I told you about this when we first met?” asked David as he crouched beside the Pokémon.
The turtle nodded as he stared down at the ribbon. “You said that this ribbon was a sign that you were welcoming me to be a part of your team. That I could wear it however I wanted.”
The boy held up the ribbon and clenched it in one fist.
“I know how you felt about your first trainer,” he said softly. “I, too, was abandoned by someone, and it’s probably why I can sympathise with all of you. I know the pain of betrayal and loss and I never want to inflict that on anyone.”
Spike stared up at him with very wide eyes.
“I want to make a new vow,” said David as he met those eyes and held them in his own gentle gaze. “This ribbon will be my way of telling you that you are my friend. It will be a symbol that I will never give up on you. Even if we should have a fight, I will always be here to forgive you and welcome you back with open arms.”
Another tear leaked out from the Pokémon’s eyes and the boy was sure it wasn’t in sadness or frustration.
“Do you accept this ribbon and the vow I make with it?” asked David as he held out the ribbon.
“Yes,” replied the Squirtle without hesitation as he reach for the ribbon.
Upon contact with the black material, Spike began to glow very brightly. David fought the urge to shield his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from narrowing them at the sudden light.
The Squirtle grew taller as two feathery ears sprouted on either side of his head. His tail lengthened and grew bushier. Through those few main changes, his hand remained on top of the ribbon in David’s.
The light stopped and there was no mistaking the Wartortle before him as Spike. The turtle’s skin was a slightly different shade of blue, and he was definitely taller, but as he looked at himself in wonder, David could still she his friend behind those new eyes.
“I’m a Wartortle!” exclaimed Spike in joyful alarm. “I evolved!”
“You did!” exclaimed the boy as he gave the turtle a hug. “Now, how do you want to wear your ribbon?”
“I think as a headband this time,” said the Wartortle in happiness. “Not like the eyepatch I had before, but low enough so it looks like it half covers my eyes. Make sure the ties are on the side of my face this time instead of behind my head.”
“Okay,” replied David with a grin as he tied the ribbon-scarf as specified. “There, you definitely look like quite the dashing rouge. What do you say we get back to the Pokémon Center and see what the others are up to?”
Preface; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14766626/
Previous; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16057277/
Next; http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16371890/
=====================================================
David's Known Team At This Point
RED: Fredric the Braixen, Ian the Inkay
YELLOW: Scottie the Scraggy, Flint the Fletchinder
GREEN: Gabriella the Gabite, Casper the Butterfree, Evan the Eevee
BLUE: Fritz the Frogadier, Wenona the Beedrill, Timmie the Froakie
PURPLE: Brylie the Bunnelby,
BLACK: Giordan the Gourgeist, Spike the Squirtle, Stevie the Snivy
This is a Fanfiction featuring the Wonderlocke mechanic under my own rules.
Talon's Rules
1. All Pokemon (with maybe the exception of your starter if you so wish) must have been obtained within a Wonder Trade upon starting the game.
2. You have six slots in your party. You must have three pokemon you can interchange per slot. Pokemon from the same group slot can never be in your party at the same time. Only one per group slot at a time. You will have a grand total of eighteen pokemon as part of your team.
3. If a Pokemon should faint, it is considered "DEAD" and must be either released or placed in the PC. Once all three pokemon from a group slot have fainted, you can only use five pokemon at a time.
4. No buying items (with the exception of the Poke Balls used to aid you in your Wonder Trade). All items are found in the region (or if you are super lucky, you may be able to rely on a pokemon whose ability is Pick Up as I have). Buying TMs in the Shop is the exception.
I do not own any characters that may coincide with characters from the games.
Pokemon and all characters associated with the games are © Nintendo and Gamefreak.
This Fan Fiction is of my own creativity.
Personal Notes
Sorry for the length of time between my last story post ... I tried a comic in between and I know the quality is so bad it's not even worth looking at. It reminded me, again, of why I don't draw comics. I have enough patience to line and colour one picture and that's it ... a bunch of them make me hate doing it.
Hopefully I'll be able to get back into posting chapters on Fridays again (yes, I know it's not Friday today >.< )
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