~-: Pokémon Fiction: Chapter 2:-~
I’m so stunned my brain can’t even make sentences good sounding.
In the center of the garage, where my, or
car, should be resting, is a
A horrible, rank cage, I can almost see the stink lines emanating
Within that cage is a hideous creature.
It’s sort of a mixture
between a rabbit and a guinea pig, except about a foot high with light blue
skin, whiskers, purplish spots on its back and legs, and slight spikes on its
back and haunches.
No fur, no scales, just bluish leathery skin, a bump of
a horn on its face, and claws.
“Um so, what exactly is this and… why did… how did you… where
did you -” While I had been gaping, I tried to process that not only did this
not look at ALL cared for, it was now
My old man had snuck close
enough to *
!* ow… smack me in the back of the head.
“I won it at that there uhm, new casino.
The gent I won it off gave
me that there ball thing.
Once I got it home I opened it, and this rabbit thing
I couldn’t figure out how to get it back in the ball thinger, so I got
it this cage.
Been taking care of it ‘ver since.” Yeah, it smells like it too.
Based on the inside of the house, and the state of the cage it looks like the
way he takes care of things.
The ball is a small sphere, about the size of a baseball.
One half of it
is a metallic red, while the other half is a durable feeling white plastic.
Through the center is a black stripe, with a button on one side, centered on
the stripe between the red-and-white.
“It looks like there’s a seam in this black stripe,” I observe out loud,
“but I can’t open it.” The creature mewls helplessly in the cage, lying on its
side, in its own filth, with its eyes barely open.
I ask my old man, “What
were you trying to do, kill this thing?” I duck before he has a chance to
throw a punch, as I expected.