"Kay. Come out, Smeargle!" I threw my Pokeball and a Smeargle
popped out. He fell on his back and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's
soooo cute! What should I call you?" Smeargle just kept lying on his
back and calling out.Chapter 1
It was just an ordinary day. Of course, something berserk is bound to happen if I start a story like that. My name's Kristy. Pleased to meet you. Anyways, the day started out ordinary. I was sitting at home watching TV when around noon, there was this horrible earthquake! The floor shook and crackled! I was tossed to the window which I gripped hard on. What I saw startled me. Buildings surfaced from the ground. How do I explain this to you? The building were see-through. As the buildings rose from the ground, so did some transparent Pokemon! They all solidified once they were above ground. And by the time they had fully risen, the earthquake had stopped.
I immediately ran out to get a better view. They seemed as confused as me. A boy about my age came out of one of the buildings and ran up to me.
"How do you do?" He had dirty brown hair and hazel eyes. "Are you perhaps a demon child?"
"What? How could you say something like that!" I felt a bit insulted. I don't think people are usually asked if they were a demon unless they really looked like one.
"Well..." He seemed uncertain. "You came from the rising buildings. It looked a bit ghostly at first, but you took solid shape once you had fully rise." He had such piercing eyes!
How awkward! I should be saying the same to him. "That's strange, because I saw you and your buildings rise from the ground just the way you were describing me." I felt a bit foolish because not even I knew what I was trying to say.
But he seemed to understand. "Perhaps the solar time barriar has been bent out of shape. Why did I not think of it before?"
"What's a solar time barriar?"
"Let me rephrase this. If a star was to go supernova about 2 million light years away, we would only see it in two years because of the solar time barriar."
"Huh?" was my reply.
He seemed a little annoyed, "The solar time barriar is the word we use to explain why different parts of the universe have different time."
"Ah...I see, I see." It made sense. But how could the solar time barriar being bent have anything to do with this? So I asked him.
"It is said that planets will blend to one if the solar time barriar was to be bent. I'm not sure if this is true. It is just a saying. But if it was true, it can cause much trouble."
"Why?"
"If a planet of meat-eaters was to combine with a highly experienced planet, would the technology not all be lost?"
"Oh, yeah! If dinosaurs were to suddenly to be back, they would probably eat all the nerds and destroy all of our computers!"
"What are dinosaurs?"
"Nevermind."
Everything finally clicked. Oh! "I forgot to ask what your name was! My name's Kristy! Pleased to meet you!" I raised my hand to him.
He shook my hand. "My name is Kom."
I wanted to ask what kind of name was that, but that would have probably been rude.
"My pokemon is Stantler. You wouldn't have one, would you?"
"Nope."
"Do you know what Pokemon are?"
"Yup."
"Would you like one?"
"YES!!!"
Startled at my sudden outburst, he smiled. "Come with me."
He led me to a building. Through a long corridor, down some stairs, and past a huge steel door.
"Professor Birch! I have brought someone!" An old man behind some machines stepped out. He was bald and had a snowy white beard. He wore a lab coat that dragged onto the floor.
"Great...great! I love visitors!" His voice had a sort of cracking sound. "Is this little lady a novice or an intermediate?" His wrinkles scrunched around his cheeks.
"She's a novice. She came from the rising buildings. She claims to know Pokemon." replied Kom.
"Novice? NOVICE?!? I'm the best! The expert! I've played all the games and I've beat everyone!"
They both looked at me kind of startled. The professor smiled some more. "Alright, you've convinced me. But how do you know about Pokemon? None of your kind has probably heard of our race nor has ours heard of yours."
"Don't know! This is all just a good dream to me! My greatest wish was for Pokemon to be real! I've always wanted my own Pokemon!"
He wrinkled his brows and became dead serious. "This is no light matter, lady. How did you know about this?"
His being serious stopped me cold. He seemed worried about something. "Well, this guy made it up, I think..." I started.
"The chances of one making up something that is actually real is very slim. I sense trouble. Why would our worlds happen to blend at this time?" The professor looked solemn.
"I assumed it was a bend in the solar time barriar." answered Kom.
"No! It has to be much more! Much more than that! Plus that is only an old wives tale!" Dead silence. "Perhaps...no, nevermind...ready for your Pokemon, little lady?"
After all this seriousness, I forgot the joy of having a Pokemon! "Of course, I'm ready! Give it to me!"
"Is there any in particular that you want?"
"Umm...I want a...Smeargle!"
"Smeargle?!? But they are so common!" said both of them in shock. "Why Smeargle?"
"Because I like his Sketch attack! He could learn anything!"
"I might have a Smeargle somewhere..." Professor Birch disappeared behind some machines. He came back in a couple of minutes, holding a blue violet Pokeball. He threw it at me...and I missed. It bounced everywhere and I chased after it as fast as I could. When I finally caught it, I was in a room. I saw a glowing contraption. It wasn't your ordinary glowing kind of machine. It emitted a sort of soft orange light. So light it looked sort of yellow.
Professor Birch followed me in and glanced at the machine. He stared at it and his mouth dropped. "What?..." Suddenly, as if he reagained his memory, his head shook. "No! You're not allowed in here! It's forbidden! Out! OUT!!"
"Alright, sheesh."
"Forgive her, Professor." Kom appeared right behind me. "I humbly apologize. Come Kristy." We left the professor who immediately covered the glowing machine with a blanket.
"It wasn't my fault!" I exclaimed, once we reached outside. "He was the one who threw the Pokeball! How was I suppose to know that Pokeballs bounced so much! And I'm horrible at catching! I'm not always picked last for nothing!"
"I don't blame you. The professor usually isn't this edgy. I'm quite astounded."
Sigh. Oh, well. "Let's talk about my Pokemon, instead! I need to find some Pokemon that has a good attack and sketch it!"
"It depends on your interests. Come out, Stantler!" He threw one of his pokeballs and a beautiful Stantler came out. "Pokemon don't like being stuffed in their Pokeballs all the time. Why don't you let your Smeargle out?"
"Kay. Come out, Smeargle!" I threw my Pokeball and a Smeargle
popped out. He fell on his back and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's
soooo cute! What should I call you?" Smeargle just kept lying on his
back and calling out.
"I know! I'll just call you...Smeargle!" I know, that isn't a very creative name. But Painty didn't sound very vicious.
"Smeargle!" He called in a high-pitched tone. His stomache gave a low grumbling sound.
"Hmm...Professor Birch is known as the lazyest of the profs..."
"Let's go to McDonalds." I said.
"The Poke Cafe is well-known for the food it serves Pokemon. How about there?"
"Alright. But where is it?"
"It should be behind those buildings."
We walked over there and we couldn't find it.
"The roads are all deformed." He spun his head around.
People were standing around confused. Cars were beeping. I saw a Bulbasaur hop on a green car and the lady inside screamed and ran away. A Snorlax was sitting in the middle of a street transaction. The drivers waved their arms and cursed.
"What the hell is that!" a driver pointed to Snorlax.
"That looks like a freakin' huge butt!" cried another.
A boy pointed to the Snorlax and laughed. "It's a Snorlax! It's a Snorlax! Cool!!!"
"Mommy, mommy! It'a really, really big butt!!" A small child pointed to Snorlax and giggled madly.
"Of course not, dear." The mom seemed kind of shocked and was trying real hard to drag her child away.
"It's a load of blubber!"
"It's the politician's doing!"
"It's aliens!" and so on.
"Oh dear!" I exclaimed. "Why is it so calm over there and why is it haywire over here?"
"I don't know."
"Smeargle!" He tugged my pants and his stomache growled louder.
"There's a Pizza Hut over there. Let's just go there!" I exclaimed.
"Fine by me."
"Oh, wow. I didn't know even buildings could mix." I stared in awe of the catastrophe. The Pizza Hut had mixed with what seemed to be a hospital.
"That's the PokeCenter. We can rest there." Kom headed for the entrance. Stantler followed.
I examined the awkward building. It was jagged all over and was a mixture of wood and cement. It looked like some kid had come over and played with it like Legos.
"But wouldn't it be kinda haywire in there? It's mixed with a Pizza Hut, for cripes sakes! And we don't need to rest. It's still day."
"Our Pokemon need constant refreshing if they are to be ready for sudden battles. This isn't a game. They are just as alive as us. And you can expect a disloyal Pokemon if you ignore its needs. Your Smeargle is hungry." He pushed the glass door and held it for Stantler. Stantler couldn't squeeze through so Kom called him into his Pokeball and went inside. I had no choice but to follow. Plus Smeargle was starting to grunt at me. I didn't want Smeargle to hate me.
I opened the door for Smeargle. Inside was not how I expected it. It was amazingly calm and pleasant compared to outside. People who were healing their Pokemon ate pizza while waiting and it seemed like they had always been like this.
I walked over to the counter and put Smeargle on top of it.
"I'm sorry, miss. But it must be in its Pokeball if you want us to heal your Pokemon." She had pink hair. Nurse Joy!
"Oh, ok." I returned Smeargle to its Pokeball and gave it to her. "Are you Nurse Joy?"
"Of course I am!" She held my Pokeball and smiled. "Only the Joy Clan runs the PokeCenters of the world and will continue to do so. We stand out because of our unusual and real pink hair! And your name is?"
"Kristy."
"Thank you, Kristy. Your Pokemon will be called when your Pokemon is done."
"Thanks." I turned around and spotted Kom at a table. A waitress served him some pizza and left. He munched happily.
"Enjoying yourself?" I took a seat next to him.
He finished his bite and grinned. "People need refreshing just as much as Pokemon. We are living things, too, you know."
"Really..." So I ordered some pizza, too. As I waited, Kom finished his pizza.
"We are very lucky that we are so similar." He spoke. "Our diets are similar and so are our bone structure. We seem to be the same species except that my race is more advanced than yours. Oh, and my race has Pokemon."
"Kom, your Stantler is fully healed." Loudspeaker.
He went to get his Pokemon and a waitress gave me my pizza. I bit into it and Kom returned.
"I will resume what I have started. I feel this is all a coincidence, but Professor Birch feels the opposite. If a bent in the Solar Time Barriar is not the answer, then what is?"
I slurped the cheese off my pizza and gulped it. "That reminds me, what exactly can bend the Solar Time Barriar? I mean, what cause of events that are one in a million does this?" I finished my pizza and my name was called over the speaker. I picked up my Pokeball containing Smeargle and returned to the table.
"I have been told this. First, there had to be a powerful black hole that manages to suck the nearest star. It has to be a very powerful black because the distance between stars is immense."
"How far?"
"If our sun was the size of a marble, the distance between it and the closest star would be a the distance of a football field."
"Oh, wow."
"As I was saying, as the star slowly gets sucked towards the black hole, it gets faster and faster. Then, by sudden chance, the star goes supernova the moment it is sucked into the black hole..."
"Then it corrupts the flow of time and BOOM there's a bend in the Solar Time Barriar!" I started to get excited. I was starting to understand it!
"Uhhmmm, something like that."
"And let me ask something. How the heck can some bunch of scientists figure out something like this?"
He looked thoughtful. "I do not know. This is what's taught at my school." He got up from the table and so did I. We went outside.
"You might think this was caused by a natural chain of events, but I think it was intentional."
"And why is that?"
"As you said, we are lucky to have the same diet and junk. But you also said that your race is more advanced than mine. I have noticed that some Pokemon look amazingly similar to animals. So couldn't it be possible that maybe in the future a time machine blows up?"
"That is highly unlikely."
"Why?"
"Because it has been discovered that time is not a property and therefore can't be contained."
"Well, do you have a better explanation other than your Solar Time Theory that you learned from school?"
"Not really." Kom smirked and threw out his Pokeball. Stantler came out and shook his head.
"Smeargle, come out!" I threw my ball and Smeargle came out. Smeargle sighed and fell onto the grass. I kneeled next to him. "What would you think if I decided to catch another Pokemon?"
"Smeargle, Smeargle."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you need a Pokemon translator, CATCH!" Kom threw what looked like a cellular phone towards me. "Hold onto the red button and it'll translate what Smeargle's trying to say."
I shrugged. I pointed the thing towards Smeargle and pressed the red button.
"Smeargle, Smeargle."
"I said, it would be nice. The more, the merrier."
"Oh, hey, cool! I need one of these." I took my finger off the button. "But how does it work? Smeargle just repeated his name over and over."
"You can have it. My great grand dad invented it so I have more. It listens to the Pokemon's pitch and tone. You may not notice it, but every Pokemon communicate the same way. They modify their audio wavelengths by using their vocal cords. In fact we all do it, even people."
"So you're saying this translator might translate any alien speech? What about elephants? I heard they move their eyebrows to communicate."
"It was my great grand dad's theory for it to translate all languages, even alien speech. But we're not advanced enough to test it since we don't have faster than light speed."
"You've answered that question, but what about elephants? They move the muscles in their eyebrows to communicate!"
"But they still give off audio wavelengths. It's soft, but an elephant's ear is probably adapted for this. If you knock on a table, it gives off wavelengths. Your brain automatically translates wavelengths so that you can understand it. Anything you hear is through wavelengths. Your whole body gives off wavelengths. You just can't hear it.
"So why doesn't the Pokemon Translator translate body language?"
"It was designed to distinguish it from speech and block it. But if you manage to confuse it, you might get a word. Hold on the red button."
I pressed the button and aimed the translator towards Kom. He clapped a few times. Finally, the translator, said something at probably the 23rd clap.
"Creamy."
"Creamy?"
Kom smiled sheepishly. "It still has a few bugs, but my great grand dad died before he could fix it. That's what my grand dad said." He opened his bag and motioned for me to come over.
As I walked over to get it, I tripped over a pebble and fell onto Kom.
A Sandshrew popped out of the ground and screamed.
"Sandshrew!!!"
"Earthquake!!!" It was then I realized my finger was still on the button.
And then the ground began to shake.
===End of Chapter 1===