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Late at night, after not getting on Rocket Base: Omega in a while…
AUTHOR (A) : Hi!
Jamuko (J) : Uh, Hi. What are you doing?
A: I'm developing your character!
J: Oh. … It won't hurt, will it?
A: Of course not…
J: Because ya know, I'm not film or anything.
A: *collapse* Not THAT kind of developing!
J: Eh? Then what?
A: Never mind. Changing subject… so, how's your job at Rocket Base: Omega going?
J: *GLARE*
A: Eh heh heh, wrong question…
J: *hits AUTHOR over the head with a chair* Thanks to YOU, they probably think I betrayed them and joined PLOP or something! (Added note: PLOP is the organization opposing Team Rocket on Base: Omega… "Pokémon League Official Police".)
A: Ow! Hey, hey, they wouldn't think that. They know how loyal you are.
J: Even so, do you realize how many paychecks I've missed? I'm going broke 'cuz of you!
A: I know, I'm sorry! I just couldn't get on the computer!
J: And whoooooo's fault is that? Not mine! And I'm the one starving over here!
A: Okay! Just go raid the fridge for some cheese or something.
J: I already did that when you weren't looking… but that's not the point! Because YOU couldn't get on the computer, I'M separated from my friends and my VERY IMPORTANT missions!
A: I know, okay? I'm sorry already! There's nothing I can do right now but wait until I can get on again. Don't worry; I'll get you back as soon as I can.
J: You better… remember, if you don't, I have Mokoko! And he has very sharp teeth! (Added note: Mokoko is her Pokémon; the American name is Flaafy. >.<)
A: And YOU remember, I'm the almighty AUTHOR, and I can do whatever I want!
J: We'll see about that! Care to battle me? No ground types!
A: Gah… okay, fine. I'll use Mew then!
J: Well that's not quite fair… but oh well. Show 'er, Mokoko!
Mokoko (Mo) : Momo!
A: Alright, Mew! You can win this, easy!
Mew (Me) : Myuuuuuuuuu!!!
J: Okay Mokoko, give it a Thunder Wave!
Mo: Mohhhhh! *Thunder Waves Mew*
Me: Mi… yu… (Added note: No, not "Me… You…"… -.-xx )
A: Hey, no fair paralyzing on the first turn, you coward!
J: It's a perfectly legal move. It's not cowardice, it's STRA-TE-GY. Something I suppose you're not familiar with.
A: *face steaming* No insulting! This is a battle!
J: Oh? Who started with the insults, "coward"?
A: So you caught me on a technicality. Just get back to the match! Mew! Oh that's right, you're paralyzed.
J: Easy, Mokoko! Try a Thunder!
Mo: Kokokokokokokokokokokokoko... MO!!! *BOOM*
Me: Mew…
J: Great! Now grab its tail, swing it around, and throw it into that wall over there!
Mo: *bites Mew's tail and swings it in circles really fast, and lets go at just the right moment to send it flying into the wall, K.O.'ing it.*
A: Mew! Agghh… return! *shyoom* Okay, you beat me. But Mew would've won easily if you hadn't paralyzed him…
J: I'm not going into this again. I beatcha fair and square.
A: Alright, you did. But if you think about ti, why SHOULD I have won? YOU'RE the Pokémon person here. I just kinda do it in my spare time.
J: I could have gotten MORE training in if I could be at work…
A: Not this again.
J: What if I get in trouble with the BOSS? Oh, the horror…
A: I'm sorry, but it's almost 1:30 in the morning and tomorrow-well, today-is Father's Day, so I really need to get some shut-eye.
J: Then blink more.
A: Very funny. But we're running out of paper space anyway. So good night for now.
J: Good night.
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