My Pokemon Fanfic- Treecko and Champ

This is the first chapter of a long story. I will occaisionally edit and the such. I know, I will do something much cooler next time.


Chapter 1: A True Friend
Champ stood calmly, letting the cool ocean breeze run through his clothes. His green collared polo shirt flapped around on his short body, making his whole torso cool. The breeze floated through him, relaxing his tensed up nerves. Champ took a deep breath and yawned, stretching out his tired arms. His dark blue jeans flapped slowly in the wind. Champ rested his arm onto the railing that lined the deck of the huge SS Orre, the ship he was traveling in.

The ship was huge, with ten floors of passenger cabins. It carried about a thousand passengers aboard the ship, as well as tons of big Pokémon in the storage section at the bottom. The Pokémon were too large to fit into the small rooms and refused to stay inside their Pokéballs during the several day voyage. Those larger creatures exercised and moved about, causing an awful racket. The black bottom of the ship sliced though the waves, parting them with ease. The waves splashed against the sides of the ship, causing white, churned up waves to surround itself. The words “SS Orre” were boldly printed in red on the middle of the boat, huge enough to see from a half a mile away. Two giant smokestacks stuck out proudly at the top, spewing black smoke into the night sky. The top deck was huge as well, with bars and pools. this wasn’t just a moving ship. it was about half cruise ship.

Champ had had a long day, so he had no time to play around in the pool. He had spent the good part of the whole day packing up and unloading his stuff out of his room back in Hoenn. The small streets of his little town of Littleroot were filled with people waving goodbye. He had loaded, and ridden in the van for over two hours before arriving at Slateport City, a busy city with a bustling marketplace. The ports were full of boats, and Pokémon Coordinators rushed across the street, looking to register in a Pokémon Contest. The town was the busiest place he had ever seen before.
Next, he had waited while all of the messy work was done, and they got onto the boat. They had taken off, as the sun went down, and had departed for Orre.

Champ looked up at the whitish moon and the uncountable stars. Not even the smartest Alakazam or Xatu could ever guess how many were up there. They could gaze up at the stars and calculate, gazing and calculating, but they would never guess right. The clear sky seemed endless there, on the ocean. There were no trees or buildings to block it. There was less pollution on the open ocean, so the clear skies looked even clearer.

“Treecko, tree!” said a little Pokémon. Champ smiled, and began to study his best pal once more.

It was a small little creature, green with a reddish pink belly and chin. It had two tails, fused together as one, that had a dark green color. It had round hooks on all of its fingertips and toes. Treecko yawned, climbing onto Champ’s shoulder. Treecko curled up, clinging onto Champ’s arm. Champ smiled even more as its fingers stuck to his skin. This was his unbeatable pal. In his old home of Littleroot, he had been alone before he had found Treecko. Champ began to relive the events of that time in his head…

It was a lousy evening for any outdoor activities. The sky was gray with clouds, and rain poured down hard on the roof of Champs’ family’s roof. The rain seemed to be unceasing, and slowly flooded the small, narrow streets of Littleroot. Even from inside his house’s sturdy walls, Champ could still hear the drains, slurping gallons of rain down into their depths, where Grimer and Muk are rumored to hang out. The small backyard was completely reduced to a sad pile of watery mud, and the muddy, humid smell wafted throughout the town. Champ’s window was foggy from condensation, and he watched as the whole town slowly turned to gray fog before his eyes.

Champ turned away from the window. He slowly walked around his small room, the floor littered with books on different Pokémon. His study desk had a computer on it, a fairly large one at that. The computer showed a website on the migration patterns of Swablu. Online Pokedex printouts of different Pokémon completely covered the walls, and even took up some of the ceiling and closet. His bed was unmade, and his favorite book- The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour, was sitting on the covers, unfinished. Champ picked up the book. He would have to finish it later. He bookmarked his page and slid it inside his bookcase, alongside some other books about people turning into various Pokémon. Champ yawned sleepily, and took a quick glance at his Pokémon clock, shaped like a Pokéball. The time display was on the red part of the Pokéball, and the date was displayed on the white bottom. It was 8:34 PM. Champ knew that it was getting dark fast. Another day had already gone by- he had spent the whole day on his computer, reading online Pokédex pages.

Suddenly, Champ heard a cry outside of the window. It sounded like a cry of a Treecko. Champ knew from his studies, which Pokémon made which cry. He could even differentiate the cries of an Onix and Steelix, one of the hardest tasks in voice recognizing. But a Treecko? At nightfall, in the streets of Littleroot?

“Treecko!” the voice cried out again. Champ rushed to the window and opened it, looking for the source of the sound. Rain blew into Champ’s face, forcing him to squint. The rainwater soaked some of his books and printouts. on the side of the street was a small, green head with a reddish-pink neck that was sliding down the edge of the slightly sloped street, carried by the rainwater. It must have been a weak, small Treecko. A thick green tail protruded from the water in front of the head. The rest of the Treecko’s body was hidden by brown water. It was out of control, as it floated quickly down the street, about fifty yards away from a drain. It was going to fall into the drain!

Champ slammed the window down and sprinted toward the door. He barged out of the room and flew down the stairs at a strangely fast pace for his stocky build. He sped past the living room where his parents were watching TV, and opened the front door. Rain blew inside, nearly blinding him now. He was freezing and sopping wet in an instant. Champ rushed toward the little green Pokémon as it was sucked into the drain.

Too late.

Treecko slipped into the drain, screaming for help. Champ looked down into the drain to find the eyes of a Muk staring back at him. Treecko was doomed. It was stuck in the drain with a Muk, and apparently, it couldn’t swim either. Champ nervously stuck his foot down the narrow pass of the drain. He couldn’t feel the bottom. He would have to get help. Champ tried to pull his foot out so that he could run and get help, but it was a bad idea trying that in the rain. Champ felt his feet sweep out from underneath him, and his legs slid into the drain, in reach of the Muk. His face crashed to the pavement, extremely wet now.

“Muk!” the purple blob roared. The monster -like low tone of its voice seemed scary in person to Champ. The Muk reached up with its big hands and grabbed Champ’s right foot.

“Ahh!” Champ yelped, fearful that the monster would rip his legs off. He swung his left leg and kicked Muk’s arm, not remembering his studies about Muk. His left leg sunk into Muk’s arm, pulling Champ’s torso into the drain. Champ’s nice shirt was ruined in the muddy water, now soaking his whole body. Champ sucked in his gut, and slid into the drain, jumping on top of Muk. He fell about a six and a half feet down and landed on top of Muk. Unfortunately, he landed into Muk’s mouth. Champ nearly threw up at the pure odor of Muk’s breath. He held his nose and looked around for Treecko. The green Pokémon was hiding cleverly underneath Muk’s tongue, holding its nose as well. Why hide in a Muk’s mouth? Regardless, Champ reached down and tried to pick up Treecko…

Smack!

Muk’s mouth smacked shut, sealing Treecko and Champ’s arm inside. Champ felt through the disgusting creature’s mouth, and relocated Treecko. He heaved his arm out of Muk, flinging bits of disgusting goo all over the already nasty drainage area. Treecko hopped onto Champ’s shoulder.

“Treecko tree!” it cried, as Muk prepared itself for a Body Slam. Muk stretched its body as far up in the air as it could, and spread its arms out.
“
Uh oh!” Champ yelled, trying to jump up to reach the top. Water continued to pour down the drain, making the job of getting up harder than it already was. Muk slammed down, just inches away from hitting Champ and Treecko. Water poured onto Champ, slowing him down enough for Muk to reform itself and get up. Water poured on Champ’s face as he tried to pull himself out of the drain. He hoped that his glasses wouldn’t fall off. Treecko clung harder onto Champ’s shoulder, blocking some of the water from hitting it hard with its thick tail.

Muk was quick to act. It reared its head back, gargling something foul in its mouth. Champ flinched at the thought of getting hit by whatever Muk was brewing in its mouth. Champ desperately tried to climb, but he pushed too hard. He fell down, in front of Muk, Treecko jumping into the shallow pool aside from Champ. Muk slowly waded toward Champ, and spat out a toxic spray of goo right toward them.

Treecko acted fast. It grabbed a top of a trash can that had fallen in earlier, and with much effort, slung it towards the toxic spray like a discus. Champ dove into the water and ducked, as some of the spray was deflected his way. The lid disintegrated, and the remnants plopped in the water. Champ grabbed Treecko and quickly waded around the patch of toxic water that quickly spread. Muk splashed some toxic water toward Champ, but it missed. The walls sissled as the purple goo did its job. Champ tried to find the trashcan that was missing a lid. It was gone. The trashcan couldn’t have possibly had fallen in. It was too big.

Treecko panicked as Muk made its way toward them. Champ threw a rock at it, but his throwing wasn’t too good. The rock just sunk into Muk’s body as it slowly waded forward. It stopped.

“Treecko!”

Champ didn’t know much Pokénese, but it sounded to him like Treecko was warning him of something.

“What is it?” he yelled over the roaring water. The whole time, he hadn’t spoken out of fear, but now he could. Treecko pointed to Muk, as it was gargling more toxic spray. There was no hiding from this one. There was nothing in the sewage that could help them evade it.

Treecko’s eyes sparked with determination. It stared right at the Muk, chest-deep in sewage water. Champ marveled as its eyes started to glow blue as it growled. Muk stopped gargling for a second as it fell victim of Treecko’s Leer. Champ took the chance to find a plank of wood, scraping against the floor. He chucked the sodden plank at Muk, hitting it clean in the mouth. The plank partially blocked Muk’s mouth. Toxic spray leaked out of the mouth, slowly disintegrating the wood.

Treecko yelled out and pushed Champ’s leg, urging him to go on. Champ nodded- he understood. Treecko wanted him to go up first. Champ started to pull up towards the surface. The water rushed on top of his face, and he was blinded by the flow. He removed his glasses and shoved them into his pockets.

Muk shot out another massive spray of toxic acid, this time hitting its mark. Treecko tried to jump to dodge it, but the toxic spray blasted it for a direct hit. It hit the wall, and fell into to water. Champ gasped. He let go, and jumped down into the sewer. Scooping up Treecko, he attempted to scale the sewer walls again.

Muk started toward them again, but this time, for a Body Slam. Champ pushed, but he couldn’t get up. Muk moved closer.

“I cant get up!”

“Treecko, treeee!”

Champ gave a final push, and they both emerged on the surface, panting, and sopping wet. Champ brushed filth off of his pants and shirt, but it was no use.

“Treecko, tree Treecko!” Treecko thanked him. It wiped some slime off of its face and smiled. Champ understood what Treecko had said, and replied,

“It’s ok. Couldn’t just watch you drown. I didn’t even know I had it in me.”

Champ started to walk back, exhausted and panting for breath, to change his clothes. Then it hit him. Treecko was a rare Pokémon that rarely wandered the streets, and Champ had just saved its life! Champ could have just made a new friend! He turned back, but Treecko had vanished into the night as suddenly as it had came. Champ frowned. What a great chance to make a new friend! Now he would have to wait months until he turned ten and got his Pokedex.

That night, while trying to finish The Adventures of Treecko and Houndour in bed, Champ wondered. Why would a rare forest Pokémon that loved nature hang out in Littleroot Town? There had to be a logical reason. This Treecko had looked smaller than regular Treecko; perhaps maybe it was a mere youth? Maybe it was looking for its family, or looking for a trainer.

Champ came to one conclusion. It must still be out there. It must be freezing out there.

Champ got out of bed, once again bookmarking his page, and grabbed a raincoat this time out of his closet. He ran downstairs, and searched for a flashlight in the kitchen. He hoped that his parents were still in the living room watching TV. He sped into the kitchen, and was welcomed by the aroma of dinner wafting through the room. Champ opened a cabinet above the stove and took out a flashlight. He ran out of the kitchen and out the door.

The rain had slowed. Champ walked up his street- Birch Road. He waved the flashlight around, searching. He looked around every trashcan and car. He checked small alleyways and waved his flashlight around.

He did find it, not too far from his house. Treecko was sitting in an alleyway. However, a big kid was standing over it. His Muk looked like the one that Champ had faced earlier.

The kid had a orange hat on, and blonde hair showed through underneath. He had a grimy shirt, ripped to tatters, with grimy pants, also ripped in places. His shoes were no better.

“You better not ever run away from me ever again! Muk, teach Treecko a lesson.” The kid threatened. Muk rose up to Body Slam Treecko.

This kid was a tough trainer. Champ sprung into action. He sprinted right underneath Muk and pushed Treecko out of the way.

“Stop!” he screamed to the kid.

Muk’s massive body slammed onto Champ, engulfing him in suffocating goo. Champ tried to hold himself up, but with one more groan of pain, he collapsed.

Champ’s lungs were about to burst. He could just barely summon enough breath to gasp,

“Run…”

Treecko dashed off, on all four legs, out of the alleyway as Champ suffered Muk’s poisonous goo as it seeped slowly into his skin, sending cold chills all throughout his body. He closed his mouth as Muk’s body engulfed his face.

“I’m doomed,” he thought. “It’s all over. I saved Treecko, but I guess I’ll never get to be its friend…”

“Muk, return,” the kid called back Muk, and the glob of goo reluctantly backed off of Champ. Muk let out a roar of protest- it couldn’t just let an opponent that had yet to be finished off go. He looked around the alleyway. “Treecko, get back here!”

“Muk?” it asked the boy, with a huge frown. The boy answered his Muk in the most ruthless reason possible.

“I want him to suffer for interfering with us. I don't want the cops on our case either.” The boy and his Muk left, watching Champ suffer as they did so.

Champ felt cold goo oozing inside him. It wasn’t into his bloodstream yet, only in his arms and legs. He couldn't believe the way that kid treated Pokémon. He was like countless others who abuse Pokémon for their own gain- whatever that may be.

He couldn’t move. The pain started to kick in, with fiery-cold chills shooting through him. He cried out, to no one in particular, to save him. The Muk’s goo was so heavy and thick that it stayed in one place, moving very slowly. Champ could even see the goo in his arms. He realized one thing. If he didn’t get help soon, he could die. He was poisoned, just like the Pokémon battles on TV. They would get poisoned, and the trainer would call them back, so they can rest inside their Pokéballs. Or, the trainer would tell them to use some healing move, and they’d be instantly healed. The poison didn’t kill a Pokémon. It never did. Nevertheless, a Pokémon’s poison had some serious effects on humans.

Champ couldn’t yell anymore. He couldn’t roll. He was helpless. It was probably near ten, and his parents would be looking for him. However, this alleyway was far from his house, and by the time his parents found him, it would be too late.

“Treecko!”

The voice sounded better than before to Champ. Treecko had come back for him. Champ was so filled with joy that he could cry. Treecko ran up to Champ’s face and studied the pain surging through him, and concluded that he must have been hurt. Treecko examined Champ’s body. It saw the poison.

Treecko knew what to do. It bent down, head down to Champ’s arm, and opened its mouth. It bit down hard on his arm, sending more pain through Champ, and spat out a wad of goo onto the ground. Treecko repeated this about five times before moving on. As Treecko worked, Champ felt more and more relief, but he still couldn’t move. He couldn’t believe it.

Usually, Pokémon were in trouble and humans had to help them, but now, a human was in trouble and a Pokémon had to help. This Treecko was special. It knew how to operate on poisoned humans without any tools, and it hung out around town. Champ summoned up all of his strength to talk.

“Thank you.” He said, wishing he could embrace his savior. Treecko shrugged and answered him plainly,

“Treecko tree.” Treecko finished sucking the poison out of Champ’s legs.

Champ knew what Treecko had said. It had simply said, “We’re even now.”.

Treecko had even wiped the goo off of Champ’s clothes for him. It had taken only three hours for Champ’s system to recover from the slight bit of poison that was left. That Treecko was truly amazing. It was dawn now, and the sun was just coming up over the east. Champ found himself able to move, and Treecko was sleeping soundly next to him. Champ couldn't hold his joy. He picked up Treecko and embraced it, waking it up. He had found a true friend.