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A Winkle in Reality: Chapter 22.
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 15:00:16 +0000 UTCA little bit of dealing with the government and then we're of to Cerulean, with some new friends.
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“Walk me through it again, from the beginning. You entered the mountain, and then?”
“I've already told you twice!”
“And now you're telling me for a third time.”
I sighed dramatically, but there was no give in the light brown, almost amber-colored eyes that stared at me, the woman impatiently tapping her pen against her notepad. I got the feeling that she didn't quite buy the story I was trying to sell her, despite it being true.
Well, mostly.
“I walked into Mt. Moon around noon.” I began again, monotonously. “Once I'd gotten something like 20-30 minutes in, I got jumped by a Team Rocket Grunt, whom I managed to take down. I tied him up and went to call you guys, but the rest of the group found me and put me in the cell with the rest. And then you showed up.”
Officer Jenny kept staring and tapping, a pressing silence between us as the other officers took the statements of the rest. It hadn't taken long for the dozen or so officers to round up the beaten criminals and start trying to figure out what happened. And I had the dubious honor of talking to the head honcho herself.
Yay me.
“Your ID says you came from Orre before moving to Pallet?” Her Arcanine snorted at that, peering over the officer's shoulder as they both loomed over me, getting closer with every question and soon forcing me to bend backwards to avoid making it awkward. Under different circumstances, I'd have found it kind of cute how much Pokémon and Trainer looked alike, their suspicious gazes near identical, but it wasn't as fun when it was directed my way.
“That's right.” There was really no way to keep that hidden. I'd hoped the police at least would be above the casual disdain and near racism Kantonians had against Orreans, but I should know better than to get my hopes up.
“And you had no encounters with Team Rocket in Orre?”
“Nope. Ran into a Snagem Grunt once, but that's it.” Nobody would believe that I spent more than a day in Orre without meeting some kind of criminal, never mind supposedly 10 years. And while arresting the scum was a good start, I didn't trust the League as far as I could throw them. Which wasn't far at all, given that it was an entire government of thousands.
“And the sword?”
“Some kabuki-samurai dipshit in Viridian Forest attacked me with it and ran off after our battle without paying. I claimed the sword instead.” It was simultaneously shocking, and unsurprising, that there weren't any laws against weapons in Indigo. Well, against blades anyway, which made sense given that children were allowed to run around with a squad of creatures that could alter the local geography on a whim.
I didn't know what ‘Pyro Grenades’ were or why there was a 20 year sentence if you were caught with one, without being employed and authorized by the League, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.
“Hmmm…” Officer Jenny really liked staring, apparently, her eyes narrowing under her green bangs as she reached up and adjusted her blue police cap, her and Arcanine leaning even further in. At that point, I imagined I looked like a participant in a stop-motion limbo competition. Maybe she thought I'd crack under the pressure, but there was no chance of that. “Something stinks here, kid. I'm getting the feeling that you're not telling me the whole story.”
I shrugged. She went to open her mouth before we were interrupted.
“Where’s tha General!? I demand ta see him! Ye can't fool me with those fake uniforms, I know Pryce sent ye! Unhand me this instant!”
Jenny rubbed her forehead as Sergeant Jim Creek got loose from the pair of juniors trying to restrain him and clocked one of them in the face, laying him out with one hit. The entire cavern looked on stupefied as the nearly naked old man ripped off his underwear and tried to strangle one of the guys who’d been held prisoner with us and had the misfortune of standing too close to the lunatic.
“For fucks sake.” The Officer groaned. “I need to take care of this. This isn't over, Mr. Winkle.”
“Uh, Periwinkle is one name-I’m being ignored. Okay. Bitch.” The last part was mumbled very low under my breath, though I still saw Arcanine's ears twitching and its head turning to give me a one-eyed look. My eyes dropped a little lower, landing on the swaying hips clad in a short blue skirt.
Overly aggressive asshole she may be, but damn, that was a nice ass.
Sol chuffed in agreement at my insult, pressed close against my side as he was. It seemed that getting beaten down and having his ball stolen had made a dent in his overly inflated ego and had him on edge, glaring at everyone who came close. With any luck, it would make him put at least a little more effort into his training.
I wasn't holding my breath, though. I'd been blessed with physically strong, but mentally… not as strong, Pokémon. I really needed a Psychic-Type or something. The average IQ of my team was way too low for our own good.
Speaking of low IQ…
“PERI!”
I truly didn't know what to do when Ash bounced up to me again, still with that stupid fucking grin on his face that felt like he was mocking me, even though I knew that wasn't true. That was just how he was, thoughtlessly excited at all times. I desperately reminded myself that he didn't mean anything by it.
Even if his words sounded like it.
“Have you seen how many people were captured!? And Pokémon too! Can you imagine if we didn't come by, or Brock didn't call Jenny!? That would've been terrible, they'd have stolen all your Pokémon!”
“Yeah. Thanks.” I forced out between gritted teeth, my face closer to a rictus mask than a smile. I fucking hated the kid, mostly because he was right.
Indeed, if they hadn't come by, I'd have been super fucked. Sure, it was always a vague plan B and part of the reason I held off as long as I did, but that didn't make it easier to swallow.
I fucked up. Again. The consequences weren't as severe, yet that wasn't the doing of me or the team. No, instead Ash fucking Ketchum, idiot extraordinaire who barely knew how to put his pants on in the morning and honestly only became a Trainer because of nepotism, handled the whole situation better than I did. After all the insults I'd thrown at him and all the hype I'd given myself.
I felt so fucking humiliated and I hated that it was still the best outcome. I should've called the fucking League myself, or not been a paranoid fuck and told Grant, though I kind of held onto that one after meeting Scott.
There was no denying that despite making it out the other side of the mess more or less fine, my part of the whole ordeal had been shit and I owed the protagonist of the Pokémon world a debt.
Not that I'd ever admit it.
“Did you say Brock? The fuck's he doing here?” I cut off the black haired boy as he opened his mouth, no doubt to unintentionally keep rubbing it in. He didn't seem to mind either, turning and pointing at the tall, tan teen helping Officer Jenny wrestle Jim to the ground while the same guy Jim had punched earlier, judging by the giant lump growing on his forehead and the death stare he gave the veteran, clasped a pair of cuffs on him. As far as I could hear, he wasn't actually being arrested, despite his loud claims of ‘never havin’ broken under torture and never would!’. It was more for everyone else's safety.
“Yeah, he's over there! After our second battle, which I won by the way!” He preened like I was supposed to be impressed, though I held my tongue for once and just waited until he continued. “But yeah, I met his dad, and he helped train Pikachu to learn Iron Tail! Did you know he could learn that!?” The yellow rodent seemed to have heard his name as he suddenly appeared by Ash's side. The mouse Pokémon's eyes lit up when he saw me, swiftly running over and starting to pull on my pant legs. I absently threw him one of the veggie treats from my pouch.
Little guy was lucky that I'd restocked with the price money from Brock.
“Wh-Yes! Well, no, not Pikachu specifically, but your PokéDex should tell you that shit! Haven't you checked the list of commonly known moves for Pikachu!?” Unlike the games, there wasn't really a set list of moves a Pokémon could learn, as much as it was the ones that species had a decent chance of being able to learn without hyper-specific training. Even TMs could sometimes surprise, if the Pokémon in question had some unusual heritage.
Ash's eyes widened so far I feared they would pop out of his head, and his jaw dropped to his chest. Rummaging through his pockets, he pulled out the device and stared at it in disbelief.
“It can do that!?”
A throbbing began behind my eyes, forcing me to close them and pinch the bridge of my nose.
I was going to kill him. And then myself.
“Just…” Air rushed from my lungs explosively as I sighed deeply. Give it up, Peri, he more or less saved your life. “...just fucking read the thing. Please. The slightest hint of intellect, that's all I'll ever ask of you, bro.”
“That's a tall order for this dweeb.”
I didn't immediately hear the words, simply registering a female voice and jumping to the conclusion that Jenny had returned for round two, which I swore was going to be a lot more agitating for her than she was ready for. Turning around, I prepared to lay into her, only to stop with my mouth open as I realised I'd forgotten something.
Brock wasn't the only companion Ash had picked up since I last saw him.
Short-ish orange hair, tied into a sideways ponytail on the left side tilted as the girl cocked her oval face and raised a naturally thin and curved eyebrow at me. Her large almond-shaped green eyes were inquisitive and curious, a twinkle lurking in their depths and only further highlighted by her high cheekbones and fair skin, hinting at her long, distinguished lineage. The lips were full and plumb, even as they pressed together into a thinning line.
A yellow cropped tank top hid her modest breasts from view, but left her lean midriff exposed, a faint six-pack surrounding a cute belly button. Red suspenders looped around her shoulder and ran down to hold up a pair of very short denim shorts, shorter than I remembered them as I'd describe them as booty-shorts more than anything, the fabric clinging to her wide hips and the dump truck of an ass that protruded so far I noticed it from the front. Her thick thighs shifted as she moved her weight to her other leg, muscle cords shifting appreciably before disappearing under her creamy skin and tiny layer of fat, and her dainty feet were clad in red high top sneakers with yellow lining and white laces, her bare ankles revealing her lack off socks.
“Uhhh, hello? Who are you?” Misty Waterflower asked, hand on hip as we looked at each other. An older Misty. I should've expected that, given everyone being three years older, but Brock seemed the same age, which had thrown me off. I certainly hadn't thought that Misty would be hot as fuck.
“Helloooo!? Ash, who is this creep!?”
I blinked out of my shock, barely resisting the urge to shake my head and howl.
Fuck, how long had I been staring!?
“Sorry, you caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting someone like you to know this idiot. Periwinkle, at your service.” I gave her my best smile while holding out my hand. She appeared to have some reservations, which was fair given the way I perved out, yet accepted the hand anyway.
“What do you mean, someone like me? You got a problem, guy!?” Her grip tightened while her eyes narrowed. It wasn't enough to hurt, but I could appreciate the force she put into it. Guess all the time she spent in the water built some pretty serious muscle.
Which might also explain the celestial object-sized backside she was carrying around.
“My only problem is that it's taken this long for me to meet a beauty like you.” I laid it on thick, lifting our hands to brush my lips across her knuckles. Cringe, sure, but more than worth it to see the annoyance vaporize from her face and red exploding across her cheeks as she yanked her hand back.
“W-Wh-What!?!? Uhhh, I… thank you? I-my name is M-Misty?” She was fucking adorable with the way she seemed uncertain about her own name. She clearly wasn't used to being flirted with, which was fucking insanity. The fuck was wrong with the boys our age!?
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” The orange haired girl appeared stunlocked at my words, not knowing how to handle it, but unfortunately before I could really drive it home, we were interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Alright, we are good. The ever lovely Jenny has allowed us to go, so we should get a move on if we want to make it out of the mountain before nightfall-Peri? What are you doing here?”
I shrugged, trying to play it off. “Was on my way to Cerulean-”
“He was caught by Team Rocket! It was a good thing you called Jenny, Brock, otherwise Peri would really have been in trouble!” Ash cut in, ruining any attempt to save face.
“Right. Thanks, Ash.” Less than five minutes and the little punk was already driving me nuts.
As a minor bandage on the wound, though, Ash's ADD brain didn't allow him to dig too deeply into one subject. “But you're going to Cerulean, Peri?” He asked, bouncing on his toes and still all smiley. “That's awesome! We're going there too! Oh, oh! Do you wanna go together!?”
I hesitated. Ash wasn't a bad guy or anything, but his dumbassery was barely tolerable in small doses. Cerulean wasn't that far away, only a couple of days on foot, so it would be manageable, just not desirable. On top of that, there was the main plot to consider. As far as I remembered, the whole Mt. Moon thing in the anime was just Jessie and James fucking around like usual, but the reality of the situation was closer to the games, with a bunch of Grunts. I wasn't really sure what that meant, yet chances were that Ash was still going to run into all the bullshit he did in the show, and I wanted no part of that shit.
Let Ash and Co. handle the world-ending stuff. They already did it in cannon, so they should be capable of it. All I wanted to do was hang out with my Pokémon and fight people. Was that too much to ask?
Oh, and take down a multiple country spanning terrorist organization. I narrowed my eyes at the thought. Now that I thought about it, there might be an opportunity at hand.
Jessie and James were weird, stupid, goofballs that only really existed to make Team Rocket more child friendly. There was no way they were actually that fucking incompetent in reality. But there was every chance that they were as obsessed with Pikachu as ever. If I stuck around, I might be able to ask them some very pointed questions.
With my sword.
Plus, as much as I hated it, Ash did save my ass. I supposed that earned him a little leeway.
“If the rest of you are okay with it, then sure, I'll travel with you to Cerulean.” I looked at the two Gym Leaders last, though only one of them owned up to the title at the moment. Or former Gym Leaders, I guess. Not sure how that worked.
Ash looked at his friends pathetically, eyes so wide I almost mistook him for Sol. Pikachu swiftly scampered away from my side and jumped on his Trainer's shoulder to join in on the puppy look attack.
Based on Brock’s quick acceptance, it was super effective.
Misty looked at me for a second, but turned her head when our eyes met, a tinge of pink reappearing on her face.
“Whatever. I don't care. I'm only sticking around until you get me a new bike anyway!” She said, already power walking towards the entrance. Ash cheered and did a fist pump along with his mouse as we followed the girl out towards the main tunnel. My gaze drifted downwards as the Water-Type Trainer stayed in front.
Perhaps it might be more fun than I anticipated.
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“I'm sorry.”
I blinked in surprise, glancing over to see that Brock had slowed his pace to end up beside me. Ash and Misty were a dozen feet ahead, loudly arguing about something trivial. I had tried to keep up with them, half to be friendly and half to flirt with Misty some more, but quickly lost my patience and left them to it. She was hot, like really hot, but one person screaming straight into my ear was enough. I didn't need it in surround sound.
Besides, it let me take in the… view.
I need to get laid. Second puberty was hitting me like a fucking truck, and even I was starting to get creeped out by myself.
The rocky terrain of the eastern side of Mt. Moon had started to give way to grasslands around an hour ago. A light breeze played with the tall grass, patches ruffling as hidden Pokémon went about their business, feeling the incoming chill and preparing for the night. In the distance, glittering like jewels in the crimson light of the setting sun, lakes peeked out between trees and hills. Some so small that calling them a pond felt generous, others so large that from certain angles they could be mistaken for oceans, it was a fairytale landscape even among the natural wonders of the Pokémon world. The PokéNet claimed that Cerulean was one the ‘hottest’ tourist destinations and if even the outskirts looked like that, I could see why.
“What? Why? You haven't done shit to me.” Brock had been nothing but cordial during our battle and this was the only other conversation we'd had.
“Mt. Moon is Pewter territory. As the head of the Pebble Clan, or at least former, it was my responsibility to make sure it was safe to travel through.” He hesitated briefly and I think he looked down. It was hard to tell with Brock. “As if that's not enough, I got a report a couple of days ago that a hiker hadn't checked in when he usually does. It's not uncommon for them to vanish for up to weeks at a time, but Uncle Stone's always been good about that. I should've checked, but with my da-... well, something came up. So, I'm sorry.”
Oh. Well, I appreciated the sentiment.
“Nah, you’re good.” I waved him off.
“What?” Apparently I caught him by surprise with that.
“Like you said, there was no reason for you to think anything was wrong. The only thing I don't understand is why there are no guards or guides or shit in the mountain. That place is fucking confusing.”
The older teen's brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. It was an interesting exercise, trying to decipher Brock’s facial expressions. If I hadn't gotten used to communicating non-verbally with non-humans, I'd probably have been shit out of luck.
“We do.” He gritted out. “But none of them reported it. It wasn't until we ran into those two idiots and their Meowth that I even knew something was wrong and called Jenny.” I looked at him carefully before deciding to take a chance. Brock had always been a stand-up guy in canon, other than his extreme level of hornyness, which I should be the last person to judge someone on, and there were never any hints otherwise.
I wasn't a trusting guy, but it was probably fine.
“Thought Scott looked familiar.” His flinch basically confirmed my suspicions. He hesitated, looking at the two walking ahead and still shouting at each other, before moving in a little closer and lowering his voice.
“My second cousin.” His lip curled in disgust. I didn't know he was capable of so many negative emotions. The anime portrayed him as a pretty level-headed dude for the most part. Though in fairness, there weren't a lot of opportunities for him to showcase his full emotional range in a children's show. “One of the others, the oldest guy, is also a Pebble Clan member. Another reason I need to apologize. Not only did I fail, but it was my own family that did it.”
“You need to stop saying sorry for shit that's not your fault.” Rich coming from me, but I'd never claimed not to be a hypocrite. “Tell you what, when we make camp, you let one of my Pokémon spar with your Onix and we're square. Sounds good?” Betty was going to be a nightmare, being left out of the ‘fun’. To be fair, I was getting fed up with leaving her out as well.
He looked at me for a moment before chuckling to himself and patting me on the shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds good. It's always humbling when someone younger needs to talk sense into you. You'd think I'd be used to it with my siblings, but life is all about learning. Thank you, Peri. You're a good kid. Head like a rock, but sturdy.”
I scoffed. “You're only saying that ‘cause you don't know me that well. Trust me, I'm an asshole like everybody else.”
“Somehow, I doubt that. Though your language could use some work. If you had been one of the litter, I'd have washed your mouth with rock salt.”
“I'd like to see you try. Also, stop it with the rock puns.”
“Never.”
A companionable silence fell over us, the loud words from up front drifting back to us as Ash stuck his foot in his mouth and had to run away from Misty's furious fists. It gave me time to think over the fight in Mt. Moon a little more. Beyond just being a bad idea, another major problem was not being able to use my full team. Being constrained to just two Pokémon made everything much harder than it had to be.
I needed a bigger team. I wasn't going to just catch the first thing I saw, but I definitely needed to expand my roster. It would be a while before we were strong enough that I didn't need to keep Betty on the down low.
Luckily, I was walking with an expert in the local area and its population.
“Say, Brock.” He hummed in acknowledgment. “What's the Pokémon situation looking like around here? Anything interesting?”
“Want to expand your team?” He questioned. I nodded in response, making him scratch his chin while he pondered. “Well, there's the Rock and Ground-Types, of course. Geodude, Sandshrew, and Rhyhorn, though we've passed their usual spot. All solid Pokémon. Rattata and Pidgey, obviously, though you strike me as the type that prefers something a little rarer. Up ahead, there are loads of Water and Grass types. Hmmmm… Oh! I did hear that there's an Electabuzz and a group of Elekid a little outside Cerulean. An Electric-Type would help with the next Gym.”
I grunted in appreciation, mind already whirling.
Electabuzz, huh?
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Onix groaned as the greenish-blue flame-like energy washed over him, yet quickly shook it off. Sheer Force gave the attack some more ‘oomph’ and let the Dragon Breath actually inflict some damage despite the disparity in strength, but the chance of paralyzing would’ve been more useful, even if Onix was part Ground-Type and shouldn't be capable of being paralyzed.
Still wasn’t sure how that worked, or if it even did.
The giant Rock-Type proved me right, swinging its enormous tail around with much greater speed than it showed during our Gym battle, and sent it hurling down at Betty’s head. I didn't even bother trying to call out to her, knowing she'd be too slow, and winced as the stone appendage hit the bone plate with a sharp crack!
“Damn, you really held back during our fight, huh?” I said to Brock as we stood side-by-side and watched our Pokémon duke it out. I'd call out commands when I could to get Betty more used to being directed in combat, but Brock left Onix on its own. Which was fair, as it was still kicking Betty’s ass.
“Onix's around Fifth Badge level going all out, but he's a nice guy. It's rarer to find a Pokémon willing to take a loss to a weaker opponent than it is to find strong ones. It takes a certain temperament to be a long-time Gym Pokémon, and a rock-steady will.” The tan young man remarked, a tiny sliver of his eyes appearing in shock as Betty swiftly recovered from the brutal hit and grabbed onto the tail before it could retract, large teeth providing more grip than her stubby arms. Betty let out a muffled screech of delight as she flew through the air, Onix looking confused as he swung his tail around frantically, trying to dislodge the crazy Dragon-Type.
“Huh, hadn't thought of that. Makes sense, though. Is Onix the strongest you brought?” I questioned, ignoring the pun, while Betty finally slipped and soared upwards 50 feet, screaming in joy the whole way, before finally crashing down into the dirt with a padded boom!, dust obscuring the newly formed crater. Both Brock and Onix peered concernedly at the obscured landing site, trying to see any hint of the Bagon's condition, but I wasn't worried. She did similar shit to herself for kicks, as evidenced by Onix getting a little too close and getting a dark shape latched onto his snout, Betty snarling as she tried to get to his eyes, only to be shaken off again.
Not that she was complaining. I had a vague suspicion that she wasn't really trying to win anymore and just wanted to be tossed around. She was still a Dragon, so deliberately taking a fall was unlikely, but her strategy involved a lot of grabbing onto flailing parts.
“Uh, yeah, Onix’s my strongest. Other than him, I only have my own Geodude and a Zubat I caught in Mt. Moon. The rest belong to the Gym and the Pebble Clan.”
"We're back!”
I didn't get the chance to respond before the return of Ash and Misty cut us off, both of them with an arm full of sticks. Even Pikachu had a few twigs that he proudly threw onto the prepared campfire before looking at me in anticipation. I rolled my eyes and threw him a snack. I was going to go broke having to feed the little glutton alongside my own team.
“Next time, one of you dickheads can go get the wood! I almost got attacked by a huge Spinarak!” Misty complained, shivering in remembrance. “Oh, Lugia, it had so many eyes, and legs, and-What the fuck is that!?”
I followed her finger to the tumbling figure as Betty rolled by, got to her feet, and ran straight back into the fray.
“That's Betty, Peri's Bagon! Isn't she awesome!?” At least Ash understood the greatness of my team.
“That’s a fucking Titan!” Misty seemed a little slower to comprehend our brilliance, but I had faith she'd get there. Brock had been the same when I released her. “Where did you get her!? Do you have any idea how rare- is that a Feebas!?”
Blinking at the quick switch, I watched as Misty vanished from her spot, only to appear at Siren's side, where she was relaxing next to my tent. Sol had been with her, but he'd immediately jumped up to light the fire and curl up with his back literally in the flames, letting out a contented sigh at the heat. My heart twinged painfully with memories of Ra doing the same, but it was getting easier to carry.
“Sure is. Isn't she gorgeous?” I asked, nodding to Brock to let him know our faux battle was over. Probably not enough to cure Betty's shitty mood, but she'd just have to deal with it. I joined Misty in crouching by my fish, watching her brush gentle fingers over the scales.
“Yeah! Nobody trains Feebas! Even my si-uh, I mean, even Water-Type Masters don’t usually have one. She's so pretty!” Misty cooed, tickling Siren under her chin.
“Marry me.”
“HUH!?” She screamed, face looking like a tomato. Fuck, did I say that out loud?
“Nothing. You just have good taste. Most don't understand Siren's awesomeness.”
“W-well, their loss.”
“Who's cares! Peri! You and me, Pokémon battle, right now!” Ash interrupted. I ignored him as Betty finally returned from her latest trip through the air. She whined disappointedly when she saw her enemy had been recalled before running over to me with open arms. I raised my eyebrow at her surprisingly good behavior and prepared to receive her usual glomp.
I should've known better.
At the last moment, the Dragon-Type juked around me, snatched my backpack with her teeth, and ran off again.
“HEY! Betty, no! Come here!” I scrambled after her, yelling all the while. I was faster than the hulking Bagon and gained on her swiftly, much to her vocal displeasure. Just as I was about to reach her, my fingertips just brushing her rough hide, she jerked her head and sent the backpack flying. For a second, I thought she'd given up and was trying to get rid of the evidence, but a yellow figure suddenly jumped from outside my vision and caught the bag mid air.
Sol panted happily as he crouched down with his forelegs, tail wagging so hard it blurred.
“Sol, no! Bad Growlithe! Give it here, or your not getting any dinner.” Changing my tactics, I approached slowly and with my hands up. There was still hope that I could cut their shit off at the knees if I could convince Sol. Hopefully he'd know better than to go along with Betty’s bullshit.
“Fucking damnit!”
Once again, I was inches away before the dumbass dog took off, barking happily as I gave chase. Taking a chance since I knew I couldn't keep up, I pushed off the ground before he could accelerate too much and lept onto his back. Clinging to him, with my arms around his neck, desperately fumbling around for the backpack, I realised my mistake when Sol sent his catch soaring once more and twisted.
“OOPH!”
Hitting the ground and feeling the breath get knocked out off me, I only had a moment before my vision was covered by yellow, Sol taking his favorite spot on top of me.
“Get your fat ass off of me! SOL!”
The laughter from the onlookers wasn't helping. Nor, after finally getting out, was the large tan bird that swooped down and caught the backpack.
“Yeah Pidgeotto! You got it!” Ash cheered as his Pokémon started circling over his head. “Ha! Now what Peri-WAIT NO! NOT THE FACE!” He screamed at a pitch I didn't know anyone over the age of four could achieve as I tackled him, finally having a target that couldn't escape. Grabbing him in a chokehold, his face started turning purple before both Sol and Betty wanted in on the fun, dog piling us and turning it into a giant mess of flailing limbs and cursing, all the while Brock and Misty pointed and laughed and Siren did her best to push everyone off of me.
I took back anything positive I'd said about them. They all sucked.
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Peri hitting on Misty is fun to write, despite it also being nerve wrecking as my first time attempting to write romance. Do let me know if it sucks.
Oh, and maybe there's a new Pokémon in the near future?
Thank you for reading.
Comments
wretched Cat
Another awesome chapter my friend. And now a word from the narrator. " Perri is out of Mt . moon, team rocket has blasted off again, into a cliff preferably. Will Perri learn from his mistakes and check his whalelord sized ego? Will brock make even more rock puns? Will Ash survive the journey to the city? And most importantly, will Perri get a beach episode with Misty? Find out next time, in another chapter of dragon ba-, wait Wrong series. I mean, find out next time, in another chapter of A Winkle In Reality!".
