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Yesterday I found Pokemon/Twilight Crossovers. Thankfully, this is not one of them.
TITLE: The Most Complicated Game
PERPETRATOR: BubblyEmo909 (Isn’t that an oxymoron?)
SUE-O-METER: (Awful)
FULL NAME: May, Drew, Paul, Ash, Misty, Dawn.
SPECIES: Human
HAIR: Shall I assume it’s the same as in canon?
EYES: See “Hair”
MARKINGS: None described
POSSESSIONS: May has a bike.
ORIGIN: Locked the canon characters in the basement and used the internet to steal their identities.
CONNECTION TO CANON: Pretending to be the canon characters we know and love.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Super FLASHBACK! powers.
NOTES: Ash has become something like Ron from A Very Potter Musical. Except instead of being hilarious, he just stuffs his face. And Paul is still NOT emo!
I also really hate author’s notes in the middle of the fic.
For some reason, Drew has a conscience that sounds like Yoda. Its name is Bob. May’s conscience is named Bubbles. This disturbs me for some reason. And where is Pikachu? Why isn’t he with Ash? What’s with the Pikachu-Hate?
I miss canon. So, so much.
Excerpt:
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I groaned. That stupid clock, couldn't I just get a couple more minutes of sleep? My face scrunched up in annoyance, I tried turning off my digital alarm clock that was next to my bed on a small wooden drawer, sightless, for the sun's bright ray of light shone through the curtains of the window which hurt my eyes but when I tried all I hit was a empty space.
I moaned in defeat, I decided to ignore the alarm and pulled up the blanket to my head covering me completely since the blanket was a bit thick so it drowned out some of the noise. I smiled to myself contented now just a couple more minutes of sleep...
"This is DJ Moe sayin' it's now 7:13 a.m. so for those of you poor saps who have to wake up early, get off your lazy butts and move, move, MOVE!!!"
My eyes shot open. 7:13?! I was gonna miss the bus! I pushed myself out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom almost tripping on my shoes.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face and put on the first thing my hands touched which were denim skinny jeans, a white baggy shirt that had a sentence saying 'I'm with stupid.' In red and an arrow pointing at the left and my black Converse then strapped on my white watch that had a red rim, numbers and hands.
I looked at the mirror and pouted, I can't go to school looking like this! My hair's all messed up standing in different directions, I viciously pulled it into two ponytails, it didn't look that much better but at least I looked neat!
I grabbed my bag that was on my study table then rushed down the stairs as quickly as I could without falling, when I got to the homey kitchen slash dining room and found my parents, Norman and Caroline, eating breakfast quietly. Without, Max.
I glanced up my watch panicked, 7:15!!!
"The bus left 8 minutes ago with Max, you should hurry or you're gonna be late." Dad informed my panicked figure flatly.
My annoyed-o-meter raised a couple of notches. Then I jogged of outside toward my bike that was leaning on the bushes of our house and got on, I heard my mom call after me saying standing on the doorway waving at me "I love you, May! Take care!"
I started paddling but I managed to say "Love you too!", now to pick up the speed, I started paddling like I was trying to runaway from hell. I swerved through various streets then one sign caught my eye, 'Petalburg Street' that was painted white with a green back round pointing to the right. I turned right sharply nearly falling of my bike.
After a lot of tiring paddling I started to get tired and if I was tired, I was annoyed and if I'm annoyed I start ranting.
Why couldn't my parent's just get cars?! It was always such a bitch to get to school if I missed the bus. I thought about the day they told me about selling our little rust-bucket to someone else to buy a new refrigerator and T.V.
Flashback:
"You WHAT?!" I said shocked and furious.
My Mom looked at me solemnly, "We sold the car that's what." Mom said.
"May I ask, why?" I said trying to regain my calmness.
"I want a new refrigerator the one we have now won't work" Mom complained.
"And I want a flat screen!!!" added Max from the background watching Pokémon from the medium sized TV we had now.
My dad, who was just beside Max, slapped him a high five and looked at me from the grinning.
I scowled at them, "Then how will I get to school?"
"Way ahead of you honey. We signed you up for the bus." Dad said happily.
I felt like it was as if I was about to faint. I hated the school bus it was always so noisy and chaotic, not the best way to start school.
And it was as if this wasn't enough,"But just in case the bus misses you we bought you a bike, you may need the exercise from all the eating you've been doing." My Dad said slyly.
Max burst out laughing and to my dismay my Mom as well was suppressing giggles of her own.
And with that embarrassing display I stomped out of the living room showing I was clearly not happy and locked the door of my room.
End of Flashback...
Thankfully, the school was a bit close by to my house so it took me 3 minutes to get here in a very fast speed. I locked my bike securely around a bicycle pole then slung my bag at my back then ran at the school entrance.