Chapter #5Meet Chase and Trace. by: sneakyk   Staying hidden is only going to make it harder for you to get found by a human, and surely getting found by a human would be better than getting found by a wild Pokemon, right? You wait for about twenty minutes, trying to follow along with the muffled voices coming from the other end of that door, but ultimately failing to grasp what the no-doubt gigantic humans are talking about. Eventually, however, you hear the sounds of footsteps headed your way. Muffled by the door though they may be, they *thudding* footsteps send chills down your spine. Suddenly, the door bursts open, the rush of displaced air sending you staggering back. As you regain your composure, you find yourself staring down a pair of enormous sneakered feet...no, two of them. One pair is red and white, jarringly bright colors. Another is mostly as black as night.
Looking up, you see that the sneakers support a pair of towering gradeschool aged boy...likely new trainers, fresh at the age of ten. The one with black shoes is clad in bluejaen shorts and a red and white jacket with a matching cap. The one in red shoes is clad in form-fitting green pants and an equally form-fitting black shirt. You happen to be standing before (two of) the newest contenders for the Kanto Pokemon league...Chase and Trace! "Oh man! We really are trainers for now. Like...for real. Isn't that..."Trace, the one with those distinct green pants, speaks up but is quickly cut off by the voice of a pokemon. "SAUR!" You feel a pit in your stomach. Looking to the left and right of the boys, you realize that they're each accompanied by a Pokemon...Chase has a Charmander, Trace a Bulbasaur. Blast! Well..hopefully the boys can reign in their pokemon...
THUD. "What is it Bulbasaur?" Trace asks, turning to his pokemon. The bulbasaur quickly points a vine towards you., and both boys notice you. "Hoooooooly miltank. Dude it's a...it's a tiny! One of the bigger ones, too!" Chase speaks out in shock. Yes, you've been seen by...
Wait. "a tiny? "One of the bigger ones?" You aren't the first shrunken human they've met? They have terms for people like you? Something is very wrong here! As you realize that the boys might not be predisposed to help you, you take your first few steps back, not full-fledged fleeing, but instead merely sprinting. THUD THUD. "Where are you going, little guy?" Trace asks, placing his hands on his knees, squatting just a bit, and looking down at you with a smirk. "Ha. You're afraid of us? But we each only won one fight... you're really gonna run from noobs like us?" The capped boy asks, his lips curled into a mischievous boyish smirk, just like his friend. Trace speaks up again " Hey Chase....what should we do with the little guy?" Chase adjusts his cap, looking down at you with a contemplative but frightful expression, his lips curled up into a faint smile. Oh no...these boys aren't the saviors you thought they'd be at all!
And at this scale, is their any way to flee?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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