The din in the Stadium hall rises. Snippets of a thousand conversations play through the crowds and merge into a tremendous, shapeless noise. Trainers gawk at the brackets, looking for themselves or their friends in the collection of faces. Shunted off in the far right side of the hall, two young boys stand side by side as they do much the same. One of them is you. A fairly average Pokemon Trainer, not much on you but your hat, your clothes, and the bag slung over your shoulder.

"Mote?!"

You say it yourself but can't make sense of the word. That blue-haired girl beside you in the tournament listings is almost certainly the same one you met at the Sleeping Sunkern. It can't be right, though, can it? She's far too timid to be a competitive trainer. Richard takes stock of the girl for himself, grimacing at it in an appraising manner. He asks you, "Mote? Is that supposed to be that girl's name? You know her, Luke?"

>1.) Yeah, I do.
>2.) Kind of. I met her earlier.
>3.) No, I don't.
>4.) Why does that matter?
>5.) Shut up, Dick.

>>29735648
>1.) Yeah, I do.

>>29735731
"I do. She's a girl I met at the hotel I'm staying at, and apparently she's a trainer too." You stuff your hands in your pockets and dig around, aimlessly. Your feet shuffle around without direction or motive. You can already imagine the pitiful look that girl would have if you battled her and won. Are you ready for that?

You don't get time to weigh those decisions. Richard prods you and motions toward the door. "Luke. We've still got a day to get practice in before the tournament starts. You wanna get going, or did you wanna stick around and see the Main Division brackets?"

>1.) Yeah, let's get going.
>2.) Let's stay, I want to stick around and see the other brackets.
>3.) Let's stay, I want to look around a little; maybe someone I know's here. (Roll 1d100)

>>29735978
>1.) Yeah, let's get going.

Rolled 98

>>29735978
>3.) Let's stay, I want to look around a little; maybe someone I know's here. (Roll 1d100)

Rolled 53

>>29735978
>3.) Let's stay, I want to look around a little; maybe someone I know's here. (Roll 1d100)
Always good to scope out any competition you know of

>>29735978

>1.) Yeah, let's get going.

Let's jet, mate.

Rolled 32

>>29735978
>Let's stay, I want to look around a little; maybe someone I know's here. (Roll 1d100)

>>29736152
>>29736672
>>29736823

Not just yet, you tell him. You'd like to take this chance to look around. A menagerie of trainers have gathered here, and it might be to your benefit if you took the time to scope them out. You bring him grudgingly in tow as you dive into the throng, but before you go he warns you, "You see my sister, we run."

You don't exactly have an eye for celebrities, but you do keep an eye out as you pass under the arms of taller aspirants. You see a blond man off in the corner. He is slim and quite beautiful, wearing a purple belly shirt--exposing his sculpted abs, and a long, bright scarf. You can't recall the name, but you believe he's some kind of Kalosian talk show host. What he's doing all the way in Goldenrod you can only imagine. He has several women, and a few men as well, gathered around him trying to catch his attention as he chats about something you cannot hear.

You see another pair of recognizable faces too, off signing autographs. Presumably another fundraising technique. They're both Gym Leaders, one a young woman with pink hair and the other a portly old man in a brown coat. You think his name is Wattson, but you know for certain his companion is Whitney, Goldenrod's very own gym leader. She looks older than she does in pictures; maybe that's just the side effect of having her youth played up past its peak. It might be neat to go and get a Pokeball autographed, or something.

>>29737169
And there's one other face you see too, though not quite as famous as the others. On a bench off in the distance you see the police officer who helped you out today. Jenny, you think her name was? She's sitting with a Growlithe in her lap, idly petting it and sipping on a can of soda as she waits for the next set of brackets to come up. Maybe she's entered the tournament as well?

"Are you satisfied?" Richard groans. "I'd like to get out of here soon."

>1.) Go and talk to the Kalosian.
>2.) See about getting something autographed by Whitney and Wattson.
>3.) Say hi to Officer Jenny.

>>29737187
>4.) On second thought, you should go.
>5.) Do something else.

Derp

>>29737187
>3.) Say hi to Officer Jenny.

>>29737223

>3,) Say hi to Officer Jenny.

We must give her our appreciation for her efforts.

>>29737238
>>29737251
You approach Officer Jenny, waving as you do so. As she spots you moving in the wave of people, she lifts a hand off her Growlithe and waves back. But her head tilts as she notices Richard with you. "Hey, Luke! How's the city treating you?"

"Just fine, thanks. And thanks again for earlier."

"Hey, it's no problem." She sets down her drink and brushes her Growlithe's back. It gets the message and shimmies off of her lap, letting her stand up. She's not dressed in her uniform anymore. She's opted for more casual wear, namely a light blue sweater and jeans. She stretches her arms out above her head and groans loudly. You guess she's been sitting there for a while.

"I also thought I should thank you again for your help, earlier," you add. Jenny's hands nervously play in front of her.

Oh. Right. Maybe you shouldn't be bringing that up around Rich. "Er, glad to be of service, citizen!" she exclaims, throwing a salute and an overacted laugh. "It's all in a day's work for an officer of the law!"

"What an awkward woman..." Dick comments. A moment later there is a sharp pain in his calf, and he hops forward screeching in shock. Growlithe used Bite attack. You see Jenny smirking a little more than a policewoman should at his pain.

>1.) Are you here for the tournament?
>2.) Rich and I were going out of town later. Want to come with?
>3.) Say goodbye and go on your way. (Either to another person, or out of the Stadium.)

>>29738038
>1.) Are you here for the tournament?
>2.) Rich and I were going out of town later. Want to come?

>>29738038
>1.) Are you here for the tournament?
>2.) Rich and I were going out of town later. Want to come with?
Let's get a field trip going.

>>29738038
>>1.) Are you here for the tournament?
>>2.) Rich and I were going out of town later. Want to come with?

>>29738038
>1.) Are you here for the tournament?
>2.) Rich and I were going out of town later. Want to come with?

I know I shouldn't, but my /ss/ senses are tingling too much to contain myself.

>>29738436
I think we should go for Daria, personally.

We get both /ss/ AND a big "Fuck You" to our rival. Just imagine the dick jokes it would erect.

>>29738436
>>29738480
I don't think we should go for anyone. Seriously. Stop

>>29738480
But anon, Officer Jenny would be all alone with two young boys in the middle of nowhere. Oh god why am I turning this into fetish quest - /ss/ edition help me I can't help myself

>>29738250
>>29738436
First of all, I hope OP curbs any attempts at fetish or waifu shit. And second of all if you want /ss/ with someone, make it a gym leader or an elite four member. Not a bunch of irrelevant nobodies.

>>29738547
>/tg/
>not going for anyone

>>29738129
>>29738239
>>29738250
>>29738436
"Are you here for the tournament?" you ask her. The blue-haired lady smiles wider, and nods enthusiastically. "Mm-hmm! Me and Teddi-Bear thought it would be a nice change of pace to fight Pokemon that weren't, you know, criminals. We're just waiting to see our spot in the brackets."

"Okay. Well, me and Richard entered too, and we were about to go get some practice in before everything starts tomorrow. Would you like to come with?"

Dick's eyes flare. "Hey, don't I get a say in this?!"

You ignore him, as does Jenny, whose face lights up in excitement. She pumps her fists in front of her. "Oh yeah, that sounds like fun--wait!" She curbs her enthusiasm and holds a hand out to you. It's entirely too showy a gesture for the occasion. "I really need to find my spot in the brackets, so I can't leave right now. But how about you two go on ahead without me, and I'll catch up later?"

"Sounds fine to me," you tell her, before whacking Rich in the arm. A moment's grumbling passes before he consents as well.

"It's a date, then!" Jenny waves to you both and picks up her Growlithe, heading off towards the food court off at the other end of the hall. "I'm gonna grab a bite to eat. See you two later!"

You wave back, trying not to make eye contact with your rival as he leers at you. "You know, I agreed to go with you. I'm not sure I agreed to tag along while you picked up every stray in the city like some kinda saint."

>1.) Too bad, we're doing it some more! (Talk to the Kalosian, the Gym Leaders, or roll 1d100 to see if anyone else noteworthy is around.)
>2.) Fine, let's go. (Leave the Stadium.)

Rolled 83

>>29738734
>>1.) Too bad, we're doing it some more! (Talk to the Kalosian, the Gym Leaders, or roll 1d100 to see if anyone else noteworthy is around.)
Talk to Sabrina

>>29738734
2) "No need to be such an unsociable dick, Dick. But I do think it's time we left."

>>29738775
>>2.) Fine, let's go. (Leave the Stadium.)
but say it like this

>>29738734
>>2.) Fine, let's go. (Leave the Stadium.)

>>29738734
>2.) Fine, let's go. (Leave the Stadium.)

>>29738775
>>29738806
>>29738987
"No need to be such an unsociable dick, Dick. But I do think it's time we left."

"Whatever..."

...

The streets of Goldenrod have yet to return to a sense of normalcy, as the host of tourists still swarm every nook and cranny of the bustling metropolis. Towers loom over potential champions and their Pokemon companions, as well as friends and family, and even unrelated onlookers who hope to see a good battle. Brassy music blares over scattered speakers, getting everyone into the battle spirit. Not like you and Richard ever need an excuse to battle. You and your companion stand at a crossroads. The radio tower is actually just down the street, and if you chose to go north or south you could exit the city.

"So, Luke. We got this far. Where do you want to go from here?"

>1.) Go to the Department Store and buy something before you leave.
>2.) Check out the Radio Tower, that could be fun.
>3.) Go north to Route 35.
>4.) Go south to Route 34.

>>29739295
>>4.) Go south to Route 34.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

>>29739295
>>4.) Go south to Route 34.

Maybe try to find a drowzee

>>29739295
>4.) Go south to Route 34.

>>29739295
>4.) Go south to Route 34.

>>29739316
>>29739358
>>29739421
>>29739521

"We're going south."

Goldenrod is a compact city, and the urban sprawl doesn't stretch very far. You head down the main road, passing a variety of shops and games set up to capitalize on the throng of newcomers. Soon the colossal buildings melt away and are replaced by suburban homes. And beyond that, grass and trees. A light forest is spread out to your left as you stand at the top of a large hill, just past the gatehouse. It's a beautiful day, and flower petals are wafting through the breeze. You can see for miles, down into meadows of tall grass, and beyond it a few scattered buildings. To your right there is a shoreline, a short border of sand between the land and a large body of water.

"Well, we're here." Richard declares. "Where do we go?"

>1.) Go down to the tall grass and look for wild Pokemon. (1d100)
>2.) Head to the shoreline and look for water Pokemon. (1d100)
>3.) Head down to the buildings you see.
>4.) It's time. Challenge Richard to a Pokemon battle.

Rolled 85

>>29739709
>>1.) Go down to the tall grass and look for wild Pokemon. (1d100)

Rolled 47

>>29739709
>1.) Go down to the tall grass and look for wild Pokemon. (1d100)

Rolled 37

>>29739709
>>1.) Go down to the tall grass and look for wild Pokemon. (1d100)

Rolled 56

>>29739709
>>2.) Head to the shoreline and look for water Pokemon. (1d100)

Rolled 77

>>29739709
>1.) Go down to the tall grass and look for wild Pokemon. (1d100)

>>29740128
>>29739770
>>29739757
>>29739726

You tell Richard you're heading into the grass, which he barely acknowledges. He seems to be focused on the shoreline, and makes his way there while you head your own way.

As you wade through the tall grass, you see many Pokemon running around off in the distance. Small groups of Ratata can be seen bathing in the sun. But that's not what has caught your attention. As you lay against a tree to rest, something stirs above you. You glance up to see a blue little pinecone staring at you.

"Co co?"

"...What?"

>1.) Check the Pokedex.
>2.) Attack the Pokemon. Choose ____
>3.) Ignore it and keep searching.

Rolled 34

>>29740295
>>1.) Check the Pokedex.

>>29740295
>>1.) Check the Pokedex.
DUDE. IS IT PINECO? HOLY SHIT. PINECO EVOLVES INTO FORTRESES. CATCH THAT SHIT

>>29740295
>>1.) Check the Pokedex.

>>29740295
>Implying Pineco wouldn't have its own breakfast cereal.

Gastly, Hypnosis that shit!

>>29740310
>>29740318
>>29740338

The strange little Pokemon doesn't seem to be moving, watching you curiously as your hand roots around your bag for something. Not taking your eyes off of it you retrieve the Pokedex, an additional gift Oak gave you in addition to Squirtle. This digital encyclopedia should have something on this oddity. You hold the device above your head and frame the creature within its visual sensor. It chimes on, and a friendly digitized voice fills you in on the Pokemon.

"Pineco: The Bagworm Pokemon. Similar in appearance to a pinecone, Pineco adds to the illusion by attaching tree bark to its body. It then lies in wait for the birds that it preys on, who often peck at it by mistake."

"A Pineco, huh...?" you murmur. The Pokedex's data sheet says that it's a Bug-type, and that this particular one is level 19. "Could be useful."

>1.) Send out a Pokemon and try to catch or fight it.
>2.) Get away from it, you'd rather not deal with it.

>>29740503
>>1.) Send out a Pokemon and try to catch or fight it.
We ain't a bitch. Send out Ghastly.

Rolled 48

>>29740503
>>1.) Send out a Pokemon and try to catch or fight it.
Send out Ghastly

>>29740503
>>1.) Send out a Pokemon and try to catch or fight it.

>>29740503
>1.) Send out a Pokemon and try to catch or fight it.

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>>29740517
>>29740533
>>29740568
>>29740595

You throw yourself forward and clamber to your feet. Gastly's Pokeball is already in your hands. The Pineco above rolls forward, eager to get a better look at the shiny object in your hand. "Piiiine?"

"I choose you, Gastly!"

The ball makes a hissing noise as Gastly is released, the ghost floating around in the air with a devious look in her eye. "Gastly, Gas!"

Pineco's eyes narrow, and its body tightens. The battle has begun!

>1.) Gastly, use ____!
>2.) Swap out to another Pokemon.
>3.) Throw a Pokeball!
>4.) Run away!

>>29740784
>>1.) Gastly, use ____!
hypnosis

Rolled 17

>>29740810
Gonna second that

>>29740784
>1.) Gastly, use ____!
Hypnosis

>>29740810
>>29740827
>>29740830

You swipe your hand and command, "Gastly, use Hypnosis!"

"Gas!"

She shoots straight up, ascending to even ground with the Pineco. It chortles in a deep, frightening voice as its eyes glow a bright purple and release a wave of color. It flies at Pineco, but the little bug stands its ground. A hexagonal wall materializes just in front of it, and the color dissipates against it harmlessly.

"Darn, it used Protect!" Neither side has managed damage yet, and the Pineco is rolling about in the tree, looking for an opening.

>1.) Gastly, use ____!
>2.) Swap out to another Pokemon.
>3.) Throw a Pokeball!
>4.) Run away!

>>29740952
>>1.) Gastly, use ____!
Using Hypnosis again. We can use Hypnosis more times that it can use Protect.

Rolled 89

>>29740952
Again, hypnosis

>>29740965
>>29740992
Pineco gets the drop on Gastly, squashing its body up before catapulting into the air. It chitters a tiny battle-cry and drops onto Gastly.

And goes right through her. The move it attempted, Take Down, was ineffective against Ghost types. And now Pineco's learning that the hard way. Its eyes bug out and it yelps in fear as it plummets towards the ground. A sketchy chuckle comes from Gastly as she uses another Hypnosis, knocking the bug out cold just before it hits the ground.

The living pinecone goes flipping head over rear and flails along the ground senselessly before trailing to a halt right by your foot. Its eyes are closed, and the little thing is snoring lightly.

>1.) Gastly, use ____!
>2.) Swap out to another Pokemon.
>3.) Throw a Pokeball!
>4.) Run away!

>>29741093
>>3.) Throw a Pokeball!

Rolled 96

>>29741093
>1.) Gastly, use Night Shade!

>>29741093
>>1.) Gastly, use ____!
Night shade. Then Pokeball

Rolled 50

>>29741093
Night shade first

>>29741133
>>29741141
>>29741127
>>29741148

With Pineco immobilized it's easy for Gastly to move in and do whatever damage it likes. On your command she sinks down close, and her gaseous form pulses in black rings. A shadow passes over the Pineco, and it shudders in pain as it slumbers. Since it's still sleeping, and has been weakened suitably, you opt to try and catch it. You pull out an empty Pokeball from your bag pocket and throw it at the creature. It smacks against its outer shell and cracks open, sucking it in and converting its form to red light. The Pokeball hits the ground, bouncing three time before it stops and begins to shake. Seconds pass by as it convulses on the ground. One, two, three... the sweat builds up on your forehead until a tiny pinging noise hits your eardrums, and the ball stops in place.

You throw your hands up and cheer, Gastly joining the celebration with you. You've caught a Pineco!

Gastly gained 300 Exp! Gastly advanced to Level 18!

Pineco: Male, Level 19
Sturdy
-Rapid Spin
-Take Down
-Bug Bite
-Protect

Your hand scoops up the ball and shrinks it to place on your belt. It looks like this one is going to be a strong new addition to your team.

>1.) Would you like to give the Pineco a nickname?
>2.) Don't give it a nickname, and keep going through the grass.
>3.) Go somewhere else on Route 34.
>4.) Track down Rich and see what he's up to.

>>29741543
>>1.) Would you like to give the Pineco a nickname?
Lorkhan

>>29741543
>4.) Track down Rich and see what he's up to.

Rolled 41

>>29741543

>2.) Don't give it a nickname, and keep going through the grass.

>>29741543
>>2.) Don't give it a nickname, and keep going through the grass.

>>29741543
>2.) Don't give it a nickname, and keep going through the grass.
It's kind of strange to start naming our 'mons now.

>>29741701
The fucking name rater lives in Goldenrod. We'll have them all renamed later. Not nicknaming your Pokemon is the ultimate pleb shit.

>>29741636
>>29741654
>>29741701

"Pineco suits you just fine, little guy." You give Pineco its own place on your belt, and pat the Pokeball, satisfied with your catch. But you're not done here by a longshot. There's more to explore out in Route 34.

Your wanderings bring you past a few hills and flowery meadows as you get ever closer to the eastern forests, probably the outskirts of the Ilex Forest due south of you. You start to wonder if you should turn around when something catches your eye. There, off in the treeline: something's moving. It is a yellow creature, a Pokemon you recognize from your own region. Just to be sure, you pull out your Pokedex and watch it as it skulks about.

"Drowzee: The Hypnosis Pokemon. This porcine Pokemon diets on the dreams of other creatures. It puts them to sleep and uses its large nose to identify the scent of good dreams, which it then eats."

"Kinda creepy..." It's not the most pleasant-sounding Pokemon, but this one is level 20. It would be a pretty sweet deal to have one on your team. But as you look up, you see that it's faded from sight. It must be moving deeper into Ilex Forest.

>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.
>2.) You've changed your mind. Head back the way you came and leave the tall grass.
>3.) Keep searching the grassy area, but don't head after Drowzee.

>>29741926
>>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.

Rolled 76

>>29741926
>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.

>>29741926
>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.

>>29741926
>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.

>>29741926
>>1.) Pursue the Drowzee.

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>>29741945
>>29741956
>>29741989
>>29742007
>>29742079

Into the forest you go. Your pace quickens to cover the lost ground the Drowzee's already gained. It's hard telling where the thing could be going in a place this dense. Usually. Strangely, this Drowzee's left an obvious trail. Broken branches, dispersed brush, it's like he's made a trail through the forest. You follow the evidence it's left behind through the thick, light trees of the Ilex Forest. You can hear the sound of bugs skittering in the limbs high above you, and the pleasant sound of flowing water carries somewhere just out of sight. The canopy is so thick that little light can get through, and it feels like you've entered a place of eternal dusk. Distant shapes fluttering through the trees catch your eye. Coming around a tree, you lean forward to get a better look at them.

...

"DROW!"

Your lungs expel a terrified bellow as the Drowzee you've been chasing bursts out from behind the same tree you've been circling, only inches away from you. Its finger begins to wag, and your eyes are naturally drawn to the pleasing motion. Everything becomes... quiet. Pleasant, even. Yes, this is nice. So peaceful, you can't even remember what scared you. You think you could sleep in a place like this. Yes, a nap would be terrific...

A distant, isolated portion of your mind struggles to do something against your attacker.

>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)
>2.) Call for help! (1d100)
>3.) Screw this, you're not some Pokemon's prey! Attack the Drowzee yourself! (1d100)

Rolled 48

>>29742374
>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)
Ghastly.

Rolled 30

>>29742374
>>3.) Screw this, you're not some Pokemon's prey! Attack the Drowzee yourself! (1d100)

Rolled 60

>>29742374
>>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)
ain't never scurd

Rolled 93

>>29742374
>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)

Rolled 28

>>29742374
>3.) Screw this, you're not some Pokemon's prey! Attack the Drowzee yourself! (1d100)

Rolled 21

>>29742374
>>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)
Squirtle!

Rolled 21

>1.) Try to send out one of your Pokemon! (1d100)

Squirtle, go!

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>>29742445
>>29742463
>>29742527

That's certainly strange. Your hand seems to be grabbing a Pokeball. Why would you be calling one of your friends out now? You suppose that maybe they would enjoy a nap in such a serene place. You start blinking rapidly, falling down to the forest floor at the same time you release a Pokeball from your hand. Your face buries in the dirt, comfy like the softest pillow embracing you. It's so good to finally get a good night's rest...

...

You are now Squirtle. You're not a hundred percent what is happening, but you've just been released from your Pokeball. Your trainer, the poor exhausted guy, has just fallen flat on his face. And looming over him is a big fat yellow pig with a look on its face that, frankly? You don't like.

You grin, and ball your reptilian hands into fists. "Squirtle-Squirt." That's all you need to know. The only question now is: how are you gonna teach this chump a lesson for messing with your Trainer?

>1.) Lower his guard, and use Tail Whip.
>2.) We'll see how he likes a face full of Bubbles!
>3.) Turtle up with Withdraw. This'll be a tough fight.
>4.) No compromises, no hesitation! Tear right into his stupid face with a Bite!

>>29742764
>>1.) Lower his guard, and use Tail Whip.

Rolled 37

>>29742764
>>1.) Lower his guard, and use Tail Whip.

Rolled 33

>>29742764
>4.) No compromises, no hesitation! Tear right into his stupid face with a Bite!

Rolled 100

>>29742764
>>4.) No compromises, no hesitation! Tear right into his stupid face with a Bite!

>>29742847
OOOOOOOH SHIT

>>29742764
>4.) No compromises, no hesitation! Tear right into his stupid face with a Bite!

>>29742847
Dayum nigga dat Drowzee is our bitch

>>29742847
I think we might have killed it by accident.

Rolled 2

>>29742965
Not a problem considering that our trainer is asleep.

>>29742965
To be fair, we can't really capture the thing if we're asleep.

>>29743015
>>29743029
Squirtle can throw the pokeball. Come on.

>>29742764
>2.) We'll see how he likes a face full of Bubbles!

>>29742819
>>29742847
>>29742895

You lunge. No stupid pigbeast gets the drop on you, the mighty Squirtle! The Drowzee presses its fingers against its head, and tires to get off a Confusion attack against you. Psychic waves put pressure on your skull, but the joke's on him! Your skull is harder than steel, and denser to boot! You almost laugh at his poor tactics as you jump, sinking your sharp beak into its face. And then you really DO start to laugh as you continue to clamp down. The big lug's stupid face is just too funny not to!

The Drowzee sways and dances around with you firmly attached to its face, undulating its body to try and shake you off; but you haven't budged yet. All you've gotta do now is continue to lay the beatdown.

>1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!
>2.) How does an eyeful of Bubbles sound, you freak?
>3.) I'm getting too far from Luke. Use Withdraw and stay close to make sure Drowzee doesn't go after him.
>4.) What's a beating without some humiliation? Tail Whip!

>>29743048
>>1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!
KEEP THE FUCKING BITE UP
MAX MAX MAX

>>29743048
>1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!

Rolled 7

>>29743048
>> 1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!
DIE YOU STUPID PIG

>>29743048
>1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!
Keep biting as if Luke doesn't feed your reptilian ass.

>>29743048
>>2.) How does an eyeful of Bubbles sound, you freak?

>>29743048
>2.) How does an eyeful of Bubbles sound, you freak?

>>29743048
>1.) Keep it up! Bite that ugly trunk right off him!

>>29743240
>>29743073
>>29743080
>>29743084
>>29743091

Fell, frightening laughter shakes Ilex Forest as you perform your grim task. Grim to the Drowzee, anyway. You're having a blast! You never get to cut loose this much against other trainer's Pokemon, but this creep was dumb enough to attack your trainer--and on top of that, put him to sleep so he couldn't watch the fight! You are very rapidly making him regret that mistake. You rear your head back just long enough to yell a roar. What's that human phrase? "Geronimo?" And then it's back into the fray you go, piercing bites drawing blood from the terrified Drowzee's face. On reflex it smacks you with its own skull, bopping you away for a second. But you've already been over why going for your head is a dumb idea. This idiot just doesn't learn. The Drowzee staggers backwards, and slams its head against the trunk of a mighty tree before sliding to the ground. Its on its last legs now--or, you guess, no legs at all! Ha, time to finish it off. It narrows its eyes as you approach.

>1.) Tried and true, Bite, see me through!
>2.) Just for comedy value. Take it out with a Bubble.
>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.
>4.) Might as well rub its inevitable defeat in. Tail Whip!

>>29743289
>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.

Rolled 60

>>29743289
>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.

Rolled 80

>>29743289
>>1.) Tried and true, Bite, see me through!

>>29743289
>1.) Tried and true, Bite, see me through!
>these people using withdraw against a special attacker

>>29743289
>>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.

>>29743289
>>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.

>>29743289
>3.) You're not sure you like that look on its face. Withdraw.

>>29743312
>>29743326
>>29743358
>>29743404

As you step closer the Drowzee's ugly mug is making you more and more uncomfortable. Why's it still looking at you like that? You're the biggest Pokemon in this whole forest right now. What right does it have to look at you like it's winning? You have half a mind to chomp its miserable face off for daring to disrespect you like that. It's what he deserves, and what he should expect after such a brazen insult. Your adjust your sunglasses, and scowl at the Drowzee. "Squirtle Squirtle--"

The Drowzee snaps its fingers.

"Sqrrmm. MM?! SQQRML-SKRMM?!" What's going on? You can't open your mouth! You tug and tug at it, but it just won't budge. The Drowzee begins to chortle as its bloated body gets back up. Oh no, oh no! Your Bite's been Disabled! This is bad, really bad!

The Drowzee pulls its foot back, and you barely have time to leap into your shell with Withdraw before it kicks you. Incredible force shakes your body as you go spinning right over Luke's head and smash against a tree. "Mm, Sqrrml-sqrm..."

You don't think your head's every hurt quite so badly in your life. But that Drowzee... it's going for Luke! You shake the pain away and scramble back to your feet. Oh no it doesn't!

>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!
>2.) Catch its attention with Tail Whip, and draw it away from Luke.
>3.) If it DOES take Luke, you need to be in good enough condition to chase him down to his lair. Or, failing that... get help. Withdraw.

>>29743535
>>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!
EAST COAST PHILLY BABY WHERE YOU AT

>>29743535
>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!

Rolled 95

>>29743535
>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!

Rolled 34

>>29743535
>>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!

>>29743535
>1.) You don't need your mouth to make Bubbles!

>>29743544
>>29743547
>>29743583
>>29743585
>>29743662

That dumb brute; if it had a brain it would have shut up your nose too! You make a muffled series of vicious and crude insults as you skitter through the brush, leaping over Luke's body and slamming into the Drowzee standing over him. Clinging to his stomach, you look up at its baffled face, and with all the force you can blow straight out through your nose.

A massive torrent of white bubbles burst out, exploding against the psychic Pokemon's face. It yelps in agony, swatting you off of its body, but as soon as you land you're back on the offensive. The Bubbles continue in an endless torrent, coating the Drowzee as it struggles to keep way. Confusion attacks strain your mind, but it's not even a setback to you. This battle was decided the moment that you chose to fight. Your Bubbles overwhelm the Drowzee, and with a final scared "Drowz!" it trips over a big root, and hits its head on the ground.

There is silence in the forest. You pant for breath as you limp over to the Drowzee's body, and prod it just to be sure. It's out cold. Good, because you've got a killer headache... You rub your aching skull as your jaw starts to loosen up again. "Squir-Squirtle..."

You go to Luke's side next. He's out too, but at least he's safe. Lazy bum, doesn't even have the decency to be awake for your shining victory. Oh well. He can make it up to you later. Right now... a nap sounds pretty good to YOU, too. With a squeaky yawn you curl up beside Luke and drift off to a well-earned sleep.

...

>>29743890
WAKE UP YOU STUPID SHIT. PICK UP AN EMPTY POKEBALL AND THROW IT ON THE FUCKING DROWZEE

GOD DAMMIT

>>29743890
You are home. The walls, the decorations are unfamiliar. But even if it's been a long time you still recognize your old home in Viridian City. You grew up here, before you and your mom moved to Pewter. It's late at night, and the lights are out. But at the front door is a man. He is very tall, and his wide shoulders cut an imposing figure in the door. His platinum blond hair is swept backwards over his charming face, yet the charm seems gone tonight as he watches you sullenly. "Luke," he whispers. "It's very late, and you have school in the morning. You should go back to bed."

>1.) I had a bad dream. I can't sleep.
>2.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29743935
>>1.) I had a bad dream. I can't sleep.
>Sad flashback
AWW SHIT

>>29743935
>>1.) I had a bad dream. I can't sleep.
>>2.) Where are you going, Dad?

Rolled 42

>>29743935
YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!

>>29743935
>2.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29743953
>>29743969

You hold your Teddiursa Bear close, hugging it to your chest. It's embarrassing to say. But your dad encourages you, "Come on champ. You can tell me."

"...I had a bad dream." You pout, and refuse to look at him. It's the only way you can think to still look manly after saying something like that. Your father approaches you from the door and kneels down to look you in the eye.

"Yeah?" he asks quietly. His voice has always been strong, and deep. It's nice to hear, and it soothes your fears. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. "What did you dream?"

>1.) There was a strange woman...
>2.) There was a strange Pokemon...
>3.) You were there.

>>29744153
>>2.) There was a strange Pokemon...
Aww yeah

Rolled 66

>>29744153
>>1.) There was a strange woman...

>>29744153
>2.) There was a strange Pokemon..

>>29744153
>>1.) There was a strange woman...

>>29744153
>>1.) There was a strange woman...
>>2.) There was a strange Pokemon...
>>3.) You were there.

>>29744153
>>2.) There was a strange Pokemon...

>>29744245
>>29744166
>>29744178

Your father strokes down the back of your head with his fingers, the same way he would always put you to sleep when he tucked you in at night. Feeling a little more at ease, you can recall your dream more clearly. "There was a strange Pokemon..."

"Oh?" Dad asks. The sound is fearless and reassuring. "And what did that Pokemon look like?"

"It... it was big, and white. It kind of looked like a cat."

"Well a cat's not so scary, is it?" he asks. Timidly, you shake your head no. It isn't. He chuckles. "That's right. Nothing is scary if you look at it from the right perspective. Now, what about that Pokemon made you so scared?"

You pause. "It looked like it was in pain."

Your father doesn't say anything. You think you feel his arms squeeze a little tighter. "It looked like something was hurting it. It wasn't wanted. So it disappeared."

You hear your father exhale, very slowly, as he leans a little back from you. It's too dark to see clearly, but you can still make out tears. "I'm sorry, Luke. Dreams are hard to fight. You can't touch them, after all. But promise you'll remember from now on, that so long as you're here in the world," he puts a finger against your chest. "The dreams in your mind can't reach you. So you don't have to fear them, all right?"

"Okay," you tell him, unsure of what he means. He nods, and grimly smiles.

"Good." Dad stands, and goes back to the door. You only realize now that he wasn't coming back home. He's heading out. But it's so late at night, what is he doing?

>1.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29744449
>>1.) Where are you going, Dad?
Mewtwo huh?

Rolled 60

>>29744449
>>1.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29744449
>>1.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29744449
>1.) Where are you going, Dad?

>>29744463
>>29744497
>>29744506

"Where are you going, Dad?"

Your father freezes in the door. His right hand is pressed against the frame, trembling in the starlight. His back is turned towards you, and he speaks very quietly. It doesn't sound right from him. "I have to go, Luke."

You don't understand. "Go where?" Where could he be going so late? You don't even think any stores are open right now.

Dad remains still. "Away. There's something I have to do."

You inch a little closer to him. Something's wrong. Dad always talks about trips when you're eating together. Why is he going now? Why's he going so late? He didn't say he was leaving before.

>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.
>2.) Can I come with?
>3.) Why?

>>29744590
>3.) Why?

>>29744590
>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.

Rolled 68

>>29744590
>>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.

>>29744590
>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.
>2.) Can I come with?
>3.) Why?
All

>>29744590
>>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.
>>2.) Can I come with?
>>3.) Why?

>>29744590
>>1.) But you're supposed to be here. With me, and mom.
>>2.) Can I come with?

>>29744590
>3.) Why?

>>29744639
>>29744622
>>29744616
>>29744662
>>29744664

"But you can't leave," you plead with him. "What about me and Mom?" Your father shrinks. His voice is trembling when he says he can't.

"I have to go, Luke. I have responsibilities. Ones that are more important than our family. Now go to bed."

You drop your stuffed Pokemon, and run to the door. Dad gasps when you reach up and grab his hand. "Then I'm coming too!" you insist. A big smile settles on your face. You've already decided. If Dad can't stay with his family, then his family should go with him, right?

So why does he pull his hand away from yours. His face is solemn and dark, looking straight ahead as he tells you, "You can't."

"B-but why not?" you ask, confused.

"...You're not strong enough."

What? You don't understand. You tell him you don't understand.

"I'm looking for someone strong." He explains himself coldly, and refuses to look at you. "But it isn't you. You're not strong enough, Luke. So you can't follow me." You try to protest, but your father steps out the door. You follow him out to the front porch, calling after him as he strides down the driveway and down the street, not once looking back toward your house. You call after him again and again, and upstairs you see a light turn on as your mother wakes. But he doesn't come back.

He never did.

...

You gasp, and sit up in a start. The chirping of distant birds calm your nerves. It was only a dream... it can't hurt you. You clutch your chest and will your racing heart to slow. Your face feels hot, and wet. You inhale deeply through your nostrils, and suck its leakage back in before you wipe your face off with your sleeve. You won't be so weak as to cry. Not even in your sleep. There is a shape nestled up against you, your Squirtle happily snoozing beside you. That's when you remember the Drowzee.

>>29744917

There must have been a fight you forgot, because it's still lying just a few yards away from you, out like a light. You glance down at Squirtle and wonder if he's responsible for saving you. Sure enough, you check the Pokedex and see that he's advanced to Level 21. He must have fought a hard battle against something so much bigger than him. You gratefully pat the little turtle on the head before calling him back into his Pokeball, pulling yourself back up. You feel a desire to be out of this forest. You have no clue how much time has passed, and can't even see the sun in here. But you glance at the Drowzee before you depart. You DID come all this way to catch him, after all...

>1.) Throw a Pokeball.
>2.) I don't want anything to do with that Pokemon. Leave.

>>29744947
>>1.) Throw a Pokeball.

>>29744947
>1.) Throw a Pokeball.

Also, should we evolve our Squirtle?

>>29744947
>>1.) Throw a Pokeball.
We need to be strong. As strong as possible. For papa. Can't let any opportunities go wasted.

>>29744970
Yes

>>29744967
>>29744970
>>29744978

You need a Psychic Pokemon, and this Drowzee will suit your purposes. You throw one of your empty Pokeballs, and it shakes for only a moment atop the tree roots before it ceases. The Drowzee's unconscious, it's not like it can resist capture now. You pick up the Pokeball and place it on your belt.

Drowzee: Male, Level 20
Inner Focus
-Hypnosis
-Headbutt
-Confusion
-Disable

And that's a fifth Pokemon for your team. You can't stop here though. You have so much more work to do before you'll be done. You have to keep getting stronger, and beat every opponent in your way. Richard, Daria, and a thousand others behind them. You'll defeat them all. He's wrong about you. You're not weak. You'll become the strongest Pokemon Trainer that's ever lived.

You orient yourself westward, and begin the trek back out of the Ilex Forest. Only the distant sound of bells accompanies you on your journey now.

...

And that's where I'll be calling it a night. Once again a big thanks to you all for playing, and I hope you've enjoyed things.

To follow me for updates on the Quest, head to the Twitter at the top of this thread. I'll also be seeing about getting a pastebin to store all the info about Luke and his team.

As always leave any comments or criticisms you have on the Quest. I'm running this for your enjoyment as much as mine, so if you think there's a way to improve things I'd love to hear what you have to say.

>>29745182
Thanks, it's been fun. Please keep it up.

>>29745182
Thanks mang, things are going well so far.

I've highly enjoyed all 3 threads. Keep it up!

OUR DAD'S DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!

YEEEEEEEAH NIGGA FIGHT ALL THE TRAINERS. CATCH ALL THE LEGENDARIES. NEVER STOP

Yeah, anyways. Thanks for running today, Oberon.