judge writing for my fic
Oct 14, 2019 6:20:52 GMT -8
Post by delta4456 on Oct 14, 2019 6:20:52 GMT -8
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-
A voice yawned after a click, although no one would be able to see where said voice came from with how dark it was in the room. Red light radiated from the alarm clock, showing the time as 5:00 AM, and so the boy had to get out of his bed, school was soon. With motivational difficulty, he leaned over to his lamp and turned it on, revealing the owner of the tired voice.
The lamp didn’t give off too much light, but it was enough to reveal his face and figure. Hanging at the side of the shaggy bed was a teenager with blue eyes, brown hair and a lanky body. He blinked away the blur in his eyesight quickly, still quite dozy.
“Ugh…” He groaned and stood up, he was pretty tall, not seemingly very strong, and had a weird scar underneath his chin, which stretched over to his chest. Then, he got up and moved away from the dim light, now barely visible in this dreary room.
One could hear him lazily moving towards his wardrobe and throwing on some clothes, seemingly too quickly, showing he didn’t quite care about his appearance.
He checked his items in his left pocket and found what he was looking for, a Pokeball. He pulled it out and aimed it at the bed before clicking the middle button and… Wait, why isn’t it working. Oh… did she do that again? To confirm his suspicions, he went to the biggest lump in the blanket. Pulling the top away revealed a brown, fluffy Pokemon, with a big scruff.
“Elle, wake up.” The teenage boy whispered, shaking her body around until she yawned, waking up.
“Hm…?” The female Eevee mumbled, rubbing her eyes to get a clearer view of the world. When she noticed it was just Andy, she giggled a bit. This only served to annoy Andy.
Now, you may be wondering how he could understand his Eevee companion. Well, Pokemon and trainers can communicate with each other over time. Slowly, the trainer gets more in sync with their Pokemon, learning what everything about a Pokemon’s gesture, pose, or speech means. It takes years and a good bond, but it wasn’t uncommon.
“Elle, you know I put you in the Pokeball to keep you safe, right?” He tilted his head.
“Yeah but… I wanna sleep in the same bed as you, it’s way more comfortable than that simulated garbage!” She whined. With a sigh, Andy nodded, understanding her feelings.
“Fine, but I’m gonna do this every night.” Hoping she would get tired of the same shtick each night was a mistake, but he pretended it didn’t make him happier.
“Whatevs… It’s so dark out and I don’t have the energy to argue back about it,” She yawned before tapping the Pokeball button, allowing the red light to encapsulate her once more.
With a sigh, Andy pocketed his partner's ball and picked up his phone from its charging port, and conclude that that’s all he needed for the day. He didn’t use a bag since he had a school locker, and rarely did his homework.
A voice yawned after a click, although no one would be able to see where said voice came from with how dark it was in the room. Red light radiated from the alarm clock, showing the time as 5:00 AM, and so the boy had to get out of his bed, school was soon. With motivational difficulty, he leaned over to his lamp and turned it on, revealing the owner of the tired voice.
The lamp didn’t give off too much light, but it was enough to reveal his face and figure. Hanging at the side of the shaggy bed was a teenager with blue eyes, brown hair and a lanky body. He blinked away the blur in his eyesight quickly, still quite dozy.
“Ugh…” He groaned and stood up, he was pretty tall, not seemingly very strong, and had a weird scar underneath his chin, which stretched over to his chest. Then, he got up and moved away from the dim light, now barely visible in this dreary room.
One could hear him lazily moving towards his wardrobe and throwing on some clothes, seemingly too quickly, showing he didn’t quite care about his appearance.
He checked his items in his left pocket and found what he was looking for, a Pokeball. He pulled it out and aimed it at the bed before clicking the middle button and… Wait, why isn’t it working. Oh… did she do that again? To confirm his suspicions, he went to the biggest lump in the blanket. Pulling the top away revealed a brown, fluffy Pokemon, with a big scruff.
“Elle, wake up.” The teenage boy whispered, shaking her body around until she yawned, waking up.
“Hm…?” The female Eevee mumbled, rubbing her eyes to get a clearer view of the world. When she noticed it was just Andy, she giggled a bit. This only served to annoy Andy.
Now, you may be wondering how he could understand his Eevee companion. Well, Pokemon and trainers can communicate with each other over time. Slowly, the trainer gets more in sync with their Pokemon, learning what everything about a Pokemon’s gesture, pose, or speech means. It takes years and a good bond, but it wasn’t uncommon.
“Elle, you know I put you in the Pokeball to keep you safe, right?” He tilted his head.
“Yeah but… I wanna sleep in the same bed as you, it’s way more comfortable than that simulated garbage!” She whined. With a sigh, Andy nodded, understanding her feelings.
“Fine, but I’m gonna do this every night.” Hoping she would get tired of the same shtick each night was a mistake, but he pretended it didn’t make him happier.
“Whatevs… It’s so dark out and I don’t have the energy to argue back about it,” She yawned before tapping the Pokeball button, allowing the red light to encapsulate her once more.
With a sigh, Andy pocketed his partner's ball and picked up his phone from its charging port, and conclude that that’s all he needed for the day. He didn’t use a bag since he had a school locker, and rarely did his homework.