Hi, my name is Shawn Spencer, and I'm a psychic. I live in a world where many creatures called pokemon roam the earth. People use these pokemon as companions, to battle other pokemon trainers, and to become the Pokemon champion. Today I begin my journey as a Pokemon trainer.
"Shawn. Shawn! SHAWN, WAKE YOUR STUPID ASS UP." That was my dad, Henry.
"IM UP, IM UP." I say.
"GO ON, YOURE LATE FOR YOUR MEETING WITH PROFESSOR WOODY."
"Aww, goddammit." I say as I sprint out the door. I run to professor Woodys lab to get my first pokemon.
I rush through the door, breathing heavily.
"PROFESSOR, IM HERE!" I say.
"Finally, now come here." Says professor woody."You can pick one of these pokemon. He says, pointing to a table.
"But, there's none there..."
"That's right, you're too late." he says.
"Cmon, you have to have one more pokemon left." I say.
"Well, I guess you can have this abra, but it isn't really very good." he says while handing me a pokeball.
I am overjoyed, I've finally gotten my very own pokemon!
YOU ARE READING
PsychMon
HumorThe worlds of the TV show psych, and the popular show Pokēmon collide, and create an epic journey of action, comedy, and romance.