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Part one of a story based on a Jolteon figure the 
charem bought. Yes, I'm serious.
Update the comments later it's time to try to sleep.
By the way, there will be weight gain in later chapters.
Until I get around to changing the format, I'll post the story text below.
Update: Changed the text so the narrative is all past tense. Edited a detail in the story.
Prologue, the fastest land Pokémon in Johto.
His heart pounded, but he was used to this. The grass tore beneath his feet. Sweat fell into his eye. He didn't care. Yellow fur, and a little black nose. But the figure could not keep up its pace. Eventually he slowed.
But he was so close now.
Something stopped him, and carried him off and away. A Lucario set the Pikachu on his shoulders. Now he could see the race. Out in the plains stood a mountain.
The sun shined on the tall rocky wall so that it did not cast a shadow. As the Pikachu had predicted, a Jolteon was in the lead. The path was marked with dirt in an otherwise grassy area, but it appeared to be a natural path, with others trialing off of it. The path had spiraled around the mountain, a checkered flag at its peak.
It wasn't long before the racers rounded the mountain, on a wide pathway that looked only somewhat dangerous. The Jolteon's only concern was a Ninjask. It seemed the Jolteon had trained harder though, or maybe he just had better IVs. Whatever the case, the Jolteon was always a little ahead. The other competitors were outclassed, but not by much.
Jolteon is the first one to the flag. Satisfied, he closes his eyes and gets a proud look on his face. The Ninjask sighs.
“You're making that face again.”
“It's a natural reflex. My face looks weird when I try to fight it.”
“How weird could it possibly look?”
The Jolteon tries to force his smile to calm down or go away, and his face ends up looking like a demon bulldog, with his upper teeth poking out awkwardly. “This? Yeah, about this.”
“Um... maybe you should try talking with humble words instead.”
“Yep. Well, everyone's here now. Let's collect our prizes.”
But due to being on a small mountain with a small top, the prizes were down below. Jolteon hoped off the side and slid down the slopes. While they are safe to slide down, it's a one way route.
The Jolteon received a gold medal once he got to the winner's podium. The Pikachu from earlier was really excited to see the Jolteon win.
After the race, Proud Jolt decided to go home and relax. There would be another race coming up nxt week. He spends the night alone, not because he didn't have friends, but because sometimes it's nice to relax alone. He turned on the T.V. while walking on the treadmill. A slow walk, of course. Then he had had a small dinner. Nothing ingested in the three hours before bed.
Breakfast was the large meal of the day. This is how people are supposed to do it, but few do. Breakfast was his favorite meal, he got to eat the delicious high calorie food he had all day to burn off. Eggs, bacon, spaghetti, fruit juice, even waffles as long as they were whole grain. And much of this he gets away with because he's so active. Foods that might make others fat were great for him.
He decided to run. But this running is a bit slower. He was more relaxed. Not heavily focused, but smiling as if he were enjoying a leisurely stroll.
He ran seemingly aimlessly, taking a scenic route. Into the forest, out of the forest, up the hills, down the hills, into the forest, across a bridge. Eventually, he arrived at a cabin in the woods.
Despite being the world's top runner, Proud had a cabin like any other. It was a large cabin, but also a small home. Here, no one could disturb him. There were no landlines, or any visible means of electric power, save for what appears to be a generator.
He turns it on and runs a cord up the stairs. The entrance to the cabin leads to the living room, up the stairs, to a bedroom. The ground floor did not have a complete ceiling, leaving a space to stare down below oneself. In fact, the entire second floor is one room. The railing certainly looks sturdy. The light shines in nicely through the windows. The polished wood furnishings have a lovely amber glow from the sun.
He set up his laptop and began playing music. He began to relax on a couch with a bowl of fruit. Then, he'd switched from music to a movie.
Proud Jolt had burned off his breakfast. Now it was time to relax for awhile. He liked movies, and actually owned a lot. But it almost seemed like he had to be so careful about how much. A little because of reputation, a lot because he needed to stay as fast as he was.
Much time passed. That's it, he simply had to catch up on this anime series. He had the discs just sitting there. But he was going to have to watch much of it while on a treadmill, or risk losing everything he's worked for.
He got up, taking his bowl downstairs for more canned fruit.
And he tripped. His leg hit a step's corner hard. He tumbled down and hit the floor just as forcefully.
He couldn't feel it. He couldn't move it. His right foreleg simply couldn't function. His other legs hurt. What could he do?
His leg... his life... he couldn't take this.
“No! NO!!”
Eyes wide, hyperventilating.
He passed out.
charem bought. Yes, I'm serious.Update the comments later it's time to try to sleep.
By the way, there will be weight gain in later chapters.
Until I get around to changing the format, I'll post the story text below.
Update: Changed the text so the narrative is all past tense. Edited a detail in the story.
Prologue, the fastest land Pokémon in Johto.
His heart pounded, but he was used to this. The grass tore beneath his feet. Sweat fell into his eye. He didn't care. Yellow fur, and a little black nose. But the figure could not keep up its pace. Eventually he slowed.
But he was so close now.
Something stopped him, and carried him off and away. A Lucario set the Pikachu on his shoulders. Now he could see the race. Out in the plains stood a mountain.
The sun shined on the tall rocky wall so that it did not cast a shadow. As the Pikachu had predicted, a Jolteon was in the lead. The path was marked with dirt in an otherwise grassy area, but it appeared to be a natural path, with others trialing off of it. The path had spiraled around the mountain, a checkered flag at its peak.
It wasn't long before the racers rounded the mountain, on a wide pathway that looked only somewhat dangerous. The Jolteon's only concern was a Ninjask. It seemed the Jolteon had trained harder though, or maybe he just had better IVs. Whatever the case, the Jolteon was always a little ahead. The other competitors were outclassed, but not by much.
Jolteon is the first one to the flag. Satisfied, he closes his eyes and gets a proud look on his face. The Ninjask sighs.
“You're making that face again.”
“It's a natural reflex. My face looks weird when I try to fight it.”
“How weird could it possibly look?”
The Jolteon tries to force his smile to calm down or go away, and his face ends up looking like a demon bulldog, with his upper teeth poking out awkwardly. “This? Yeah, about this.”
“Um... maybe you should try talking with humble words instead.”
“Yep. Well, everyone's here now. Let's collect our prizes.”
But due to being on a small mountain with a small top, the prizes were down below. Jolteon hoped off the side and slid down the slopes. While they are safe to slide down, it's a one way route.
The Jolteon received a gold medal once he got to the winner's podium. The Pikachu from earlier was really excited to see the Jolteon win.
After the race, Proud Jolt decided to go home and relax. There would be another race coming up nxt week. He spends the night alone, not because he didn't have friends, but because sometimes it's nice to relax alone. He turned on the T.V. while walking on the treadmill. A slow walk, of course. Then he had had a small dinner. Nothing ingested in the three hours before bed.
Breakfast was the large meal of the day. This is how people are supposed to do it, but few do. Breakfast was his favorite meal, he got to eat the delicious high calorie food he had all day to burn off. Eggs, bacon, spaghetti, fruit juice, even waffles as long as they were whole grain. And much of this he gets away with because he's so active. Foods that might make others fat were great for him.
He decided to run. But this running is a bit slower. He was more relaxed. Not heavily focused, but smiling as if he were enjoying a leisurely stroll.
He ran seemingly aimlessly, taking a scenic route. Into the forest, out of the forest, up the hills, down the hills, into the forest, across a bridge. Eventually, he arrived at a cabin in the woods.
Despite being the world's top runner, Proud had a cabin like any other. It was a large cabin, but also a small home. Here, no one could disturb him. There were no landlines, or any visible means of electric power, save for what appears to be a generator.
He turns it on and runs a cord up the stairs. The entrance to the cabin leads to the living room, up the stairs, to a bedroom. The ground floor did not have a complete ceiling, leaving a space to stare down below oneself. In fact, the entire second floor is one room. The railing certainly looks sturdy. The light shines in nicely through the windows. The polished wood furnishings have a lovely amber glow from the sun.
He set up his laptop and began playing music. He began to relax on a couch with a bowl of fruit. Then, he'd switched from music to a movie.
Proud Jolt had burned off his breakfast. Now it was time to relax for awhile. He liked movies, and actually owned a lot. But it almost seemed like he had to be so careful about how much. A little because of reputation, a lot because he needed to stay as fast as he was.
Much time passed. That's it, he simply had to catch up on this anime series. He had the discs just sitting there. But he was going to have to watch much of it while on a treadmill, or risk losing everything he's worked for.
He got up, taking his bowl downstairs for more canned fruit.
And he tripped. His leg hit a step's corner hard. He tumbled down and hit the floor just as forcefully.
He couldn't feel it. He couldn't move it. His right foreleg simply couldn't function. His other legs hurt. What could he do?
His leg... his life... he couldn't take this.
“No! NO!!”
Eyes wide, hyperventilating.
He passed out.
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