Man of my Word (Pokémon Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

"Red. Wake up. Sabrina wants to see you in the main hall." I heard a voice growl through the intercom.

I yawned, "Calm down Surge. I'm on my way." I slipped into my clothes and went out to the main hall, where the black haired psychic was waiting for me.

"Good. You're here." She said in a simple tone, "I'm guessing Surge gave you the message.

"Yeah. Not fun to wake up to growling though." I said.

"That's Surge for you." Sabrina laughed, "Any how, first thing we are going to do is battle to see if we can bring out any special talents. Meet me outside the base."

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I walked outside to find myself in Celidon City. I must have been in the game corner base.

Sabrina is waiting for me.

"Good. Now follow me." She said. I followed her outside the city, to a patch of grass, "First off, is something for status. You need a pet Pokémon. Something classy that shows status. It's a reputation mater. And it should be a type you don't normally use. Like Boss Giovanni had a Persian. Mine is a Poochyna. But you have to start off from scratch. Go and catch a Pokémon." She pushed me into the tall grass, and I ran into something.

A Houndour!

I took out a Pokémon, "Go Poliwrath!"

Sabrina nodded approvingly, "You're not even using your Pokémon's nicknames. Very good."

Smiling a bit at my first praise, I commanded Poli, "Poliwrath use HydroPump!"

Poli shot a powerful blast of water at the Houndour.

"Now use this to catch it." Sabrina placed a Premiere Ball in my hands. I threw it at the Houndour and it went in. I retreated it, actually feeling kinda good.

"That Houndour is the only Pokémon that is aloud to have a NickName." Sabrina told me.

We went back to the hideout and I took out the Houndour when i went into my room. It was still fainted and covered in bruises.

I fed it a max revive, which I found in one of the drawers in my room. It's eyes fluttered open, and it looked up at me, sniffing the air.

I took the scarlet collar Sabrina gave me and put it on my Pet Pokémon, "From now on, your name is Houn. Ok?" I patted it on the head and held an berry out for him in my other hand.

Houn sniffed the berry carefully before slowly taking it. He ate it, then yawned, curling up in a ball and falling asleep. I petted his head softly. It's black fur was soft, conferring me a little. But it didn't last long. I'm a criminal now, and I will be for the rest of my life.