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Wanted to draw me some of my favourites Pokemon. Haven't played the latest game because of the glitches, but I've thoroughly enjoyed Legends Arceus.
I wish these babies were in the game. <3
Stardew Bachelorettes as Pokemon Fusions!
I plan on making the bachelors and then putting these silly guys up for adoption so do stay tuned if you’re interested !
I have decided to release these separate ! SDV Bachelorette PokeFusion Batch is now open ! You may either comment on the toyhouse link below or dm me here ! I am mostly looking for other characters or money ! Either via paypal or gift cards :3 ($10-$15) https://toyhou.se/23720765.sdv-pokefusions-66
Stardew Bachelorettes as Pokemon Fusions!
I plan on making the bachelors and then putting these silly guys up for adoption so do stay tuned if you’re interested !
forgot to post these here
valentina is very soft so he’ll probably be fine
she likes her new sweater
Serenade in Alto Mare
Artist
Six of my favorite pokemon. Ran a poll on what to draw on Twitter and this was the result
Here is a doodle dump of my many Pokemon sketches.
Some were gonna be full blown pieces, but I wanted to try out some pencil brushes I found for Krita.
custom pokemon fusion commission - smeargle x hisuian zorua!
Here It Goes Again: V9 It’s been so long, that I had to put in a reminder on what this Leg’s Gimmick is
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Here It Goes Again: V9 I hope that decision Pici made won’t have a negative outcome for the group
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I was just born, what do I do?
take uquiz to find out which pokémon is your perfect pokématch. base your personality off of that
You’re challenged by professor Lacey and professor Hue!
I was chilling with a friend a while ago and we decided to watch that one stop motion animation Pokémon resort series on Netflix. We LOVED it and I decided to make some Pokémon ocs inspired by it. I love the idea of normal ass people in the Pokémon universe, so we got Cal Lacey with Plusel and Minun (named Addy and Minnie) and Rosey Hue with Smeargle (named Bagel)! They are my comfort straights.
Below the cut are doodles of the two (and their Pokémon)
Chapter 3: A Day at the Shop
Blossoming wisteria crawls along the brick walls of the warehouses, the red stone drawing the eyes to the purple flowers dotting their woody vines. In the places where flowers aren’t blooming, the city’s muralists are out in full force, working on various projects now that the skies are clear and the weather’s warmer. People and Pokémon walk around without worrying about a sudden gust chilling them despite their scarves and coats. Even the Pidoves that fly over the city seem to warble a brighter tune. Spring is here in Nacrene City.
I stop to readjust my mask, making sure that I have an air-tight seal. This time of year in Nacrene City is always beautiful, but the layer of pollen lining the cars and light posts is another story. If I don’t wear a mask, I won’t be able to walk down the street without sneezing myself dizzy. As I turn the corner and walk towards the shop, Neil stands at the entrance, his Delcatty sitting politely beside him.
“We’re almost ready for the day, Nettie,” he says. “We’ll have our morning talk in five.”
“Okay,” I nod, then pat Delcatty as I head in. Somehow, I’m not allergic to him. As I learned my first week in the shop, I can’t say the same about many of our clients’ Pokémon.
I come behind the L-shaped counter and lock my bag and denim jacket in the locker underneath. As I stand up, a piece of paper titled Partners for Nettie pokes out between piles of client notes from the week. I catch Neil heading to the back to make the morning tea, so I slip the piece of paper out of the pile, making sure to keep a finger in the space where it was.
The list itself is made entirely of normal-type Pokémon, and every option would do well in an apartment: Minccino, Lillipup, Audino, Eevee, Pidove—there are even Pokémon that can’t be found in Unova no matter where you look. I knew that, after only working here for a week, Neil started looking for a partner for me, but I didn’t think he would have so many options. The list must have forty Pokémon here, and many of them would require more work to find and bring here than I think is necessary. After all, how easy is it to find a Kecleon or a Ditto out in the wild? Of course, Neil could have contacts after all his travels who could probably help—he might even know breeders who could provide the Pokémon to him—but the time, effort, and money to bring a Pokémon here would hardly be worth it in my opinion.
Before I can look up how much it would cost to transport from other regions, the faint squeal of the kettle on the stove in back makes me jump. I carefully slide the list back into the pile and turn to go. I freeze when I spot Delcatty watching me with a glint of mischief in his eye.
“Don’t say anything, and I’ll give you some treats,” I whisper. Bribing a Pokémon seems weird, but this is no ordinary Pokémon. He flicks his tail and sashays to the armchairs for morning tea. I take a deep breath and join him.
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I can’t sit in during our next client’s evaluation. Don’t get me wrong; I’d love to be in the room taking notes and learning about the signs of a strong partnership between a trainer and their Cinccino. This, however, is spring, and it’s shedding season. The minute the two of them came in, I could see the long, silky hairs dripping onto the floor. I can only get near them at broom’s length before my eyes water, so that’s where I’m relegated today. At least I know one Pokémon Neil isn’t catching for me.
Delcatty mews at me from behind the counter. Somehow, Neil taught him how to use a cash register, and he’s very good at it. He even provides exact change! I walk over to him, and he immediately points his paw at the shelves of potions and revives behind the counter.
“I’ll get them,” I say. He blinks at me.
I look at the customer—a woman in an orange, paint-covered hoodie. She gives me a small smile, drawing my eyes to her pierced dimples.
“I just need a couple super potions,” she says.
I nod and climb the ladder to the shelf of potions. As I look down, I see a long white tail behind the customer. At the end of it is a plastic egg, similar to a kid’s toy. I come down the ladder and put the potions on the counter. Two large eyes peek out from behind her.
The woman raises her arm, showing her Smeargle’s full face.
“Don’t let his timidness fool you,” she says. “He’s a mischievous little guy when he wants to be.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Smeargle in person before,” I say.
“Yeah, they’re hard to find. Sometimes people spend thousands to get a hold of one, but I got lucky on a trip to the Ruins of Alph in the Johto Region and found him. He’s been with me ever since.”
“That’s cool. I bet he helps with your art. Are you two working on a mural?”
“I’m working on a mural, but brick walls aren’t really his canvas of choice. He’s my teaching assistant, actually.” She looks at her watch. “Speaking of teaching, I have a class in a bit. If you’re ever looking to make some art, look up the Paint Swipe Building on Cheri Street. We offer a bunch of classes there. Tell them Aya sent you, and you might get a discount, too.”
I nod, trying to remember if I heard anything about a new art center in town, before realizing that I’m still holding her up. Thankfully there aren’t any other customers waiting to check out. I bag the rest of her purchase, but before I can hand it to her, Smeargle slips past her and grabs it before scampering off to the door.
Aya shakes her head at him and turns back to shrug at me. She leaves with her Smeargle.
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Among the books on the shelves upstairs, I find a book on Smeargle. It’s short and mainly goes over the thousands of unique marks they use in the wild, but it’s full of information about dealing with them specifically—their grooming, diet, cleaning up their paint on surfaces, even use of the only move they learn on their own: Sketch. I flip through the book during my lunch break, taking notes and wondering what it takes to care for a Pokémon like that. Neil pops his head up from the staircase.
“Doing research?” he asks, before Delcatty’s head shoves his out of the way.
“Yeah, I was just looking up info about Smeargles,” I say.
He and Delcatty come over to me. “Smeargles, huh? What brought this on?”
“A customer came in this morning with one, and I wanted to learn more.”
Neil nods and looks into the distance. “They’re pretty rare in Unova—pretty rare everywhere, in fact. Smeargles can be incredibly expensive to get a hold of…Were you thinking of one as a partner, or are you just curious?”
“Just curious, for now. There are still my allergies to consider.”
“Hmm.” Neil turns and walks down the stairs again. I peek over the railing and watch him walk to the back of the shop. Delcatty and I look at each other and shrug. I turn back to my reading, and he drapes himself over my feet for a nap.
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The young boy sits in the armchair, his Boldore tapping around and humming at me and Neil. The large Pokémon’s orange crystals shine brightly in the sunlight drifting through the windows, but the light he and his trainer give off is a bright green, like new spring grass. Everything looks good, but I can’t rely on an assessment like that. As much as I use it, I can’t let this strange ability be my main evaluation skill. I didn’t do all that research just to let the weird thing with my vision inform my decisions as a Connaisseuse.
“Now, what’s the main issue, Ryan?” Neil asks, kneeling down to give Boldore a closer look. “Your partner looks healthy and happy.”
“He is?” the boy says, his eyes wide. “But my big brother said that Boldore isn’t happy because I’m not a strong trainer and keep losing against him.”
Neil looks at me, brow raised. I step forward and pat Boldore, who taps his feet on the floor and hums. The green light around him intensifies. An image flashes in my mind: a boy, older than Ryan, cheering with his Samurott and taunting the younger boy, who had come around to check his Pokémon. Even in the midst of the loss, a feeling of care still warms my heart. I shake the image away and turn back to Ryan. I try not to show my frustration with the vision, but I can’t help but feel it. Why can’t I turn this off all the way?
“Your brother isn’t a nice winner, is he?” I ask. “Does he make fun of you when you lose?”
Ryan nods. “All the time.”
“Well, that isn’t your fault. We can tell that you and your Boldore have a good connection, and that he really cares about you, even when you lose.”
Ryan looks at his partner, who hums and leans lightly on his knee. The boy smiles and looks back at us.
“So, I’m not a bad trainer,” he says.
I nod. “You’re doing well. Being a strong trainer just takes practice, and your older brother has had more time to build up his skills. Just give yourselves some time to figure out what works for you.”
“Okay! Did you hear that, Boldore?”
His partner taps his feet on the floor. Ryan stands up from the chair.
“Thanks for your help. Boldore and I are gonna train hard and beat my brother someday.”
“If I can make a suggestion,” Neil jumps in, “if your brother has a Samurott, a grass-type move would help. If you plan on evolving Boldore further—which would require a trade—Gigalith can learn Solar Beam, which is super effective against water types. If you need a trade partner, you can always come back here, and we’ll be happy to help.”
“Really? Cool! I don’t think we’re ready for that yet, but maybe we’ll do that someday.”
We watch as Ryan leaves with his Boldore, another satisfied client. Still, I kick myself a bit for the vision. I just don’t have enough control of it. Sure, I probably reached the same conclusion Neil would have, but it feels like I’m cheating to get there. This was a fun little trick at first, but now I’m wondering how much my skills can improve when I can just receive a vision or see a light and fix things accordingly. Maybe I should tell Neil about it, since it doesn't seem like it’s going away any time soon.
“You seemed to be the right person for him to talk to,” Neil says as he turns to reshelve some items other customers had taken down.
“You know how it is with siblings,” I shrug, trying to look relaxed. “Sometimes they’re just bad sports and you have to bolster the confidence of the one who’s struggling.”
Neil snorts. “I guess. I’m a twin, so the older-younger sibling dynamic isn’t quite the same, although my brother would probably say otherwise.”
“Oh yeah, I saw someone else with the same last name listed on the Connoisseur registry the day we met.”
“Yeah, Ricard Nouveau is my brother. He’s still a traveling Connoisseur. Last time I talked to my mom, she said that he’d joined the S Class.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You don’t talk to him?”
“Let’s just say that we don’t get along much. Don’t worry about it; you’ll probably never meet him.” Neil turns back to me. “For now, our main concerns are to maintain the shop and find a partner for you.”
“Is that really such a big priority? We’ve got a serious number of clients that want us to help them pick their first Pokémon. I would think they would come first.”
“The key is to look for more than one person at a time.” Neil picks up a box of assorted poffins. “You can look for who you’re supposed to look for, while also recognizing that there’s a Pokémon there that might fit someone else you’re working with. You’re not a client, Nettie, but it’s my job to keep an eye out for you, just as I would for them.”
I nod. “That makes sense, I guess. Is there anything I can do to help the process along?”
Neil smiles. “Well, there is somewhere I have to go for one of our clients. I was going to ask you to stay here and manage the shop while I’m gone, but I think it would be better if you joined me.”
His Rotom phone floats over and shows me a webpage, an image of students in uniforms smiling in front of a gate.
“Pack your bags, Nettie. We’re going to school.”
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So I finally got this written. In addition work and everyday life, I spent weeks fighting this chapter. It just wasn't working and required SO MANY REWRITES. I really didn't know if I going to finish this chapter, let alone the fanfic. At some point, though, you just have to let the thing go and move on, so that's what I'm doing. I hope that the next chapter's an easy write.
Chapter 4: Special Catch
Delcatty and I sit on the deck of the boat, huddled together and eyes shut as the vast ocean surrounds us. Honestly, I’d lie down if I could, but I know that Delcatty would take it as an opportunity to curl up on my face and suffocate me for comfort. At least I’m not nauseous.
“Didn’t expect you to be afraid of the ocean,” Neil shouts over the sounds of the motor and the waves. “It’s so beautiful out here, too. Blue skies, calm waters, lots of sun—”
“Yeah, and an endless abyss below us,” I manage to say. “When you said we were going to get a Pokémon for a someone, you said nothing about a boat or the ocean. What’s even out here?”
“A special school. Most of its campus is underwater, and it’s the closest place where we can find the Pokémon we’re looking for. Otherwise, we’d be up to our necks in paperwork and out a few thousand to get a breeder to send one to us or go somewhere else to catch one.”
I guess I can’t argue with that. “Just let me know when we get there. I’ll be here, imagining I’m somewhere else.”
The ride continues in relative silence. Neil must’ve gone to speak to the captain, since I can’t hear him anymore. All I can really think about is where we’re going. What benefit could a school have to be in the middle of the ocean? I mean, I’m sure it’s cool for the kids who go there, but it’s got to be a hassle to get to and from campus when you want to see people. And what kind of Pokémon could an underwater school even have? I can’t imagine the selection being that diverse. What’s out here that we can’t find along the coast?
The motor quiets, and the wind that’s blown past my ears dies down. Delcatty and I peek over the boat and see a long path leading to a building arching out of the water. Students in blue and white uniforms mill around alongside their Pokémon, all of various types and environments. I guess there might be more than water-types at this school.
“Come on, you two,” Neil says as he walks down the boat’s ramp. “This is it.”
He walks onto the school’s pier and salutes the ship’s captain, while Delcatty and I carefully shuffle down. As the boat takes off, a man in a white suit waves at us near the base of the pier. We walk towards him, and the battle court comes into full view, although none of the students are using it at the moment.
“Good to see you, Neil!” The man says, tipping his brimmed hat and shaking Neil’s hand. “How long has it been since I last saw you? Six or seven months?”
“Not that long, Cyrano,” Neil laughs. “I was here only a month ago.”
“Hm, I suppose you’re right. Can’t say I pay too much attention to calendars. Far too busy these days.” He nods thoughtfully, then catches sight of me. “And who is this young lady? I guess you took an apprentice after all.”
“Yeah, I did. This is Nettie.” Neil turns to me. “This is Cyrano, the founder and headmaster of Blueberry Academy.”
“Hello.” I take a good look at his light, which zips around him in electric blue. I turn it off before I get a headache.
“Pleasure to meet you, miss. Tell me: what do you think of our school so far? Isn’t the view up here breathtaking?”
I keep my eyes on him, to avoid the view. “Terrifying, actually, but the students seem to like it well enough.”
Cyrano looks from me to Neil. “Now don’t tell me you’re afraid of the water, miss? But don’t worry too much about that. The underwater section of the school has screens that block out the ocean view.”
“This is only the entrance to the school,” Neil explains. “Like I said, most of the school is underwater. The school is connected to an underwater plant that develops resources for this place, so the majority of the school has to be underwater to reach it.”
Despite Cyrano and Neil’s explanations, my stomach still flips at the thought of being underwater. I may not want to look out over the vast ocean, but at least there’s light and fresh air up here. I doubt being below the water’s surface would be any better.
Cheering starts on the battle court. Two trainers stand opposite from each other with their Pokémon, an Oranguru and Cinccino on one side, and an Excadrill and Galvantula on the other. The other students, who had been standing around and talking, cheer for either side from the bleachers circling the court. I catch Cyrano smiling as the battle begins.
“This is what Blueberry Academy is all about,” he says, as the Excadrill uses Protect to block Cinccino’s Triple Axel. “This is a school for battlers, Miss, a place like no other in the region, maybe in the world. We specialize in double battles, building capable trainers who go out and make a difference.”
Galvantula fires off a Discharge, hitting the other Pokémon except his ground-type partner. Oranguru and Cinccino are both paralyzed, but the latter pulls out and eats a lum berry to cure itself. The battle continues with a Rock Blast from Cinccino. Oranguru—surprisingly fast for its species, and in spite of the paralysis—uses Instruct on her partner, knocking the Focus-Sashed Galvantula out with another Rock Blast.
“Do the students bring their own Pokémon?” I ask.
“Some do,” Cyrano says. “That student’s from… Well, I don’t remember where he’s from, but I know he brought his Oranguru. She stole my hat the first day of school. As for the other Pokémon, they can be found here at the school.”
I turn to look at Cyrano—just catching Excadrill’s Rock Slide flinch his opponents. “But how? We’re in the ocean.”
Cyrano smiles like a kid with a big secret. “Perhaps the inside of the school will shed some light on the subject.”
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I can’t do anything but gape at the Terarium. Who would’ve thought that such a massive facility would be attached to a school in the ocean? A savanna stretches out before us, golden grass swaying in a manmade breeze. A group of Doduo run through the field, and a pride of Pyroar lay huddled in the light. Further out, mountains and icebergs reach for the domed roof, which displays a sunny sky, rather than the water that I know surrounds us. I guess that’s the work of the screens Cyrano was talking about.
“Quite the place, isn’t it?” Cyrano asks. “Took a fortune to build it, but I think it’s the star of the school. Over two hundred Pokémon can be found here, spread out across the four biomes.”
I’ve said this before, Cyrano, and I’ll say it again: this is an amazing achievement. How do the kids like it? I know the school has made some updates since I last visited.” Neil nudges me, pulling me out of my awe.
“The students, as far as I know, enjoy it. The Terarium is home to their own League, and it’s a better classroom than the traditional rooms we have on the upper floors. Much more interactive.”
A little flock of Rufflet flies over our heads, calling out towards a grouping of large nests in the distance. While looking up, a large ball gleams at the center of the dome. I point at it.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“That, Miss, is the key to terastilization here at the school,” Cyrano explains. “Perhaps your mentor would be willing to explain.”
“Putting all the work on me, I see,” Neil smirks. “Do you know what terastilization is, Nettie?”
“I know that the phenomenon is found in Paldea,” I reply. “I also know that it changes the typing of Pokémon when in battle, and sometimes outside of it.”
“Those are the basics. You see, Blueberry Academy has a sister school in Paldea, so there’s been a healthy collaboration between there and Unova. One of the teachers here used soil gathered during a visit to Paldea to bring terastilization to the Terarium.”
“Ms. Briar’s also gone and strengthened the phenomenon here,” Cyrano jumps in. “She recently went to…now, what’s that place called? Ah, it’s slipped my mind, but she’s been going all over learning about terastilization. Our tera core’s even stronger than it was the last time you visited, Neil. There’s even a new type, but it’ll probably be better to speak to Briar herself at some point.”
“We can always come back to talk to her. We’re on a mission, after all. “Neil looks back over the savanna, then around our feet. “Where’s Delcatty? I thought he was right here.”
I look around. “Maybe he walked off while we weren’t looking. He could be hiding out in the grass or over with those students.”
Neil and Cyrano’s eyes follow mine to the modular hangout spot, not far from the Terarium’s entrance. A group of students stand huddled together. We head over to them, but our hope drops just as we reach them when we see the Happiny they’re cooing over. As Neil looks back over the area, I feel someone tugging at my waistcoat. A Smeargle—a good foot shorter than the average—stares up at me.
“Hi there,” I say, crouching down to be level with the little Pokémon. A familiar lilac color outlines her head. I sit up straighter as the image of a large nest flashes in my mind. The Smeargle flinches along with me, then shakes herself.
“Did you see that, too?” I ask, lowering my voice to make sure Neil and Cyrano can’t hear.
Smeargle nods, then tugs at my waistcoat and points further into the Terarium.
“Looks like this Smeargle knows something,” Neil says. “We should follow it and see if Delcatty’s around.”
“I have a meeting to attend, unfortunately,” Cyrano jumps in as he taps at his Rotom Phone, “or I’d join you three. I’m going to reach out to the BB League Elite Four and let them know of the problem. The closest member, Crispin, will hopefully join you soon. He’s a capable trainer, and he should be able to take on any dangers you find. Despite the fact that we brought these Pokémon to Blueberry Academy, they’re still wild and will act accordingly. Good luck, my friend. I hope your partner is found safe and sound.”
As Cyrano heads up the ramp to the school above, Neil and I follow Smeargle through the tall yellow grass. I try to stay focused on the task at hand, to keep an eye out for purple ears, but the deeper into the biome we get, the more my mind wanders across the hills and dips in the ground, the Scythers hovering along the shores of shallow ponds where Sobbles and Totodiles play in the muddy waters. Rhyhorn walk the plateaus in small herds, and in the distance, A pride of Pyroars dot the horizon of the biome. As I wonder what it’s like to go to school in a place like this, Neil calling me snaps me out of my question and makes me turn—just in time to avoid walking face-first into a tree. The sounds of screeching and yowling above me catch my attention.
At the top of the tree is a large nest, and two Mandibuzz circle and swoop towards it, climbing back into the sky as the yowling continues. I take a look at their lights, burning fuchsia and radiating rage. The nest faintly glows the same color. This is their nest, but a deep purple leaks out between the branches.
“Delcatty’s in the nest!” I call to Neil. Smeargle yanks my arm and pulls me out of the way before one of the Mandibuzz hits me with a Sky Attack, barreling into the ground where I was standing only seconds before. A deep crater takes my place.
“Look alive out there, Nettie!” Neil yells. “You and Smeargle are too close to the action to get distracted. Delcatty, use Protect!”
Delcatty stops yowling and puts up a bubble around himself. It won’t last forever, though. The Mandibuzz who attacked lays dazed on the ground from the impact, but the other one climbs higher in the sky, preparing herself to use the same move as her partner. Before I can come up with a plan, Smeargle scrambles up to the nest. Looking down at the dazed Mandibuzz, she holds out the brush-like tip of her tail and swishes it around. As it glows, I notice that there’s no paint dripping from her tail.
“Hey, Smeargle,” Neil shouts, before throwing something at her.
She grabs hold of the item—a Choice Band—and takes off into the sky, passing the Mandibuzz at the peak of her ascent. As she turns to watch Smeargle, the Bone Vulture flails in the air, realizing what’s going to happen next. Smeargle dives straight into her, and the two come crashing down amongst the swaying savanna grass in the distance. I steady myself on the tree as a crater three times the size the other Mandibuzz made forms in the distance.
“Delcatty!” Neil shouts. Before I can stand up straight, I feel a set of paws on my shoulders as Delcatty hops down from the nest, knocking me back into the tree. Other than a wounded ego and a few scrapes, he isn’t hurt too badly. Neil bends down to comfort his partner. I sigh in relief.
A distant bark catches my attention. The little Smeargle pops up from the grass and shakes herself off, a cloud of dust forming around her. The lilac light that mingles with it reminds me of my own light. I open my backpack and leave a Revive for the dazed Mandibuzz at my feet, then cross the field to Smeargle. The little Pokémon wags her tail as I get closer.
“That was Sketch, wasn’t it?” I ask. “That’s how you were able to copy the Mandibuzz’s Sky Attack. I’ve seen videos, but seeing it up close is a much better way to examine it. Thank you for your help, Smeargle? If you hadn’t come along, we really would’ve been in trouble.”
Smeargle barks proudly. Delcatty rubs himself on my legs, purring before going to sniff at our new friend.
“That was a close one,” Neil says as he joins us. “Being in the city nowadays, I almost forgot how much trouble he gets into when out in wilder areas—well, as wild as this place can be. Thanks for all the hard work, Smeargle.”
She barks again. I find myself smiling at her.
“Why don’t you catch her, Nettie?”
The question startles me. I turn to see Neil holding out a Premier Ball, waiting for me to take it.
“Is that something I should do right now?” I ask. “You said that we’re here to catch a special Pokémon for a client. Wouldn’t it be better to hold onto our Poké Balls until after we catch that one?”
“You’re right, we’re here to catch a Pokémon. I didn’t say that it was for a client, though.” Neil reaches out again with the Premier Ball.
I turn from him to Smeargle. “Would that be okay? Would you like to come with me?”
Smeargle barks and wags her tail. I nod, feeling my heart race. I’m going to be a Pokémon trainer! I take the Premier Ball from Neil and toss it at Smeargle, who disappears inside of it. The ball only shakes for a second before going still. I pick up the ball, a big smile spreading across my face.
“Congrats, Nettie,” Neil says.
I let Smeargle back out, and as she scampers around my feet, a red-haired kid in a chef’s jacket runs up to us. A Blaziken follows after him.
“Aw, don’t tell me I missed all the excitement already!”
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Hi, all! Chapter 4 is finally out! It took longer than I originally planned, and that's because I left my first full-time job after three years there. It was my time to go out and find something else, something that I had a real passion for. With luck, that means that the next chapter will be out sooner while I look for a new job. Until then, let me know what you think about this chapter. I'm thinking about putting together a master poster where all of the chapters are kept together in chronological order, but I think that'll happen after the next chapter. So long for now!
Pokemon OC stuff, for an arpg called tectonic crusade