Arghh!! I am seriously gonna kill the guy who made 10-year-olds walk this much in the wild! I am 15 currently, but even I am tired of walking a whole day in this disgustingly huge forest, those poor kids. It's decided now, the first thing that I'm going to do when I reach Pewter city, is to buy a cool, but convinient bike. I can't walk this much, too lazy for this sh*t.
So anyway, I had been bullying....*Ahem*... I mean batteling, yeah let's call it that, lol. So I had battled a few pokemon along the way with growlithe, and he had leveled up a few times already. But I guess leveling is easier in the beginning phase. Growlithe was now level 17 and he had already learned [ flame wheel ]!!
I had been quite astonished when he suddenly used it in the last battle against that annoying sandshrew. I guess '9 potential' isn't just for show, huh. Ahhh! I can't be more proud of my cute growlithe.
Growlithe was already improving his techniques, although it hadn't even been a full day since our entrance into the Viridian forest. His speed, which was already quite fast, was now more so. His agility and maneuverability across rough terrain had also increased exponentially. I think this 'potential' stuff really held importance within the pokemon hierarchy. This belief was also strengthened by the fact that all the pokemon that I had faced so far had potentials no more than '6.5'.
Yup. Apparently, the potential of pokemon was separated into decimals; so instead of there being '10' tiers of pokemon, there were actually '20' tiers. Guess I was extremely lucky to get growlithe with a staggering potential of '9'.
So after a full day of traveling and occasional battles with wild pokemon, I was dead tired and just wanted a nice meal and some sleep. Although I had looked for potential pokemon to catch and add to my team, I had zero luck in that endeavor. I guess getting growlithe was the beginning and the ending of my 'luck' stat, if I had any, to begin with. After looking at my location on the map, I found that although I was nearer to my goal of reaching Pewter city, I was still quite some distance away which I surely couldn't cover in a single day. So deciding to camp out in the wild, for literally the first time in any of my lives, I found a nice spot near a lake (another one? seriously!?) which growlithe led me to. Seriously, this dawg can trace anything to which he puts his mind to, especially if it's related to food, trust me.
Setting up camp for the second time was far better than the first time, if you exclude me falling into the icy cold river due to a [tackle] by growlithe. The poor thing wanted to play in the water! I righteously kicked him into the lake and got out before I got Pneumonia. Wait, is that even a thing here? Well, whatever. Not gonna kill myself trying to figure that out.
"Groww" growlithe muttered getting out of the lake and looking angrily at me
"Oh come on... I'm sorry, okay. Come here. Who's a good boy now, who is..."Growlithe looked at me as if seeing a retard for the first time.
What?! It's not my fault! I thought I could coax him as I did with the cute little doggie, my friend had, back in my past world. Okay, okay. I get it. Not the best comparison, right?
" I'm really sorry bud. How about I cook you the delicious meal from before, huh? Will that suffice?"
"grow...growlithe growl." growlithe smiled? mischievously and ran into me rubbing and cuddling.
"hahaha, you glutton. I knew food could buy happiness!" or was that money? Well whatever, potato potato, am I right?
After a bit of playing with growlithe, I got to work. We had already set up the tent. It was cool, slick, and easy to set up. Thank you, Lord System. So now, after starting a small bonfire, I begin to cook with the instructions from the 'basic pokemon buffet book' given by the system. Once again, respect to the 'senior system' for his guidance. Because without this book, I would have already starved myself and Growlithe to death. This godly manual not only contained food recipes for all types of pokemon, but also basic meals for the trainer himself, i.e 'me'. So I was quite grateful for this boon, cause I was no 'Brock' when it came to cooking. Hell, I wasn't even an 'Ash' for that matter. I didn't know squat about cooking. Although I had tried to learn some survival stuff, like cooking and setting up camps and starting fire, I had absolutely zero talent in making good food. I couldn't remember this stuff, and seriously, when you learn that you are in the pokemon world, can you pay attention to this stuff!! The answer is obviously 'NO', and anyone who says otherwise is a big fat mothe..... Huff! Control Percy, control. This isn't that bit*chy waitress from that time. *deep breath*
Well. Where was I? Oh right. So as I was stating that this recipe book was quite a nice surprise from the system and although it said 'basic', the food I cooked with its help was no joke. Growlithe especially loved the meals I made for him. He even ate so much that I had to stop him from stuffing himself more, lest he bloated up. Even the food I made for myself was quite delicious. Mind you, it wasn't like that of 5-star chefs. That would be pure bullshit. You cant just cook that good by instructions alone. Experience plays an important part in cooking too. Well, even if my cooking was that good, I would never know, cause I have never eaten at any 5-star restaurant before. Hah! The joke's on you, loser!
Ok, there is definitely something wrong with me, I'm sure of it. I mean, who in his right mind would go on trash-talking an invisible audience. *sigh* "Come on growlithe, let's dig in, foods ready!"
"Grow growlithe" the glutton was there before I could even blink.
I chuckled and put some for both of us in two bowls.
"Thank you for the food" I spoke in the generic anime style, clasping my hands together. "Growlithe growl.." Growlithe mimicked me, clasping his front paws and speaking seriously. "pfffft, hahahahaha. You snarky brat! come on, let's eat now."
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*Burp* I lay down beside the bonfire in my sleeping bag, Growlithe cuddled against me. He was still quite small as he hadn't yet reached the full size before evolution. He softly growled as I slowly continued to scratch his head, and behind the ears. He really seemed to be enjoying himself and my heart melted seeing him growl in satisfaction and cuddle further into me. I mean, which cold-hearted bastard can survive this cuteness. Although I hadn't interacted much with growlithe, except for battling today, I was already falling for him.
Okay. That came out wrong. Arggh! What I meant to say is that I was considering growlithe as my family now. I didn't have much familial love in my previous life, nor any pet or something like that. So now, suddenly having someone like a partner and a cute friend, was too much for my poor heart. That guy (my heart) had already melted. I wrapped my hands around the now asleep growlithe, hugging him, like one would hug a stuffed toy, and drifted into slumber, knowing that growlithe was there to protect me from any danger.
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*Yawn* I opened my eyes, finding myself face to face with a tongue, licking me.
"Eww. Sto...hahaha...stop, no seriously, I'm awake, please stop growlithe." Finally, growlithe stop licking me and pranced back and forth, looking super energetic.
"You sure are active today, bud. Or do you just want some food, huh?" I looked suspiciously at the energetic pup.
" grow.... growlithe growl" growlithe poised righteously.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," I mumbled, not having the foggiest idea what he just growled. Hopefully, he just said 'Good to see you. Wanna play?' and not 'bring me delicious treats, mortal!'
But with my luck, I knew not to get my hopes up.
Anywho, getting up, I stretched and stifled a yawn. Although I had a pretty good sleep, it wasn't as good as on a king-sized bed with air conditioning. Oh well, who am I kidding? I never lived in those conditions so how the hell would I know anything about that. Hah! screw those bastard capitalists. I'm gonna kick their asses with my pokemon when I get back. *sigh* Well that's one dream which is never gonna get fulfilled. Hold on. Did I just raise a flag? No way right? RIGHT?
The silence was all that greeted me. "hah... Whatever." I mumbled and forgot about the whole ordeal.
"Okie then, growlithe. let's wash up in the lake then head out after we eat, capeeche?"
"growl.." growlithe happily barked and ran towards me. At that moment I knew. I Fuc*ed up.
"NOOOO, don't you dare..."
*thump*
*splash* A successful [tackle] later, I was thrown into the river with growlithe jumping in right behind me.
As cold water washed away my sleepiness, a scary expression eclipsed my face. I slowly turned to face growlithe, who stiffened as he looked at my expression. He slowly backed away from me, looking scared.
"heh, heh, heh... Now, you shall face judgment!" a creepy voice escaped my throat, further creating an ominous atmosphere.
"Growl..?" growlithe whimpered a question, fearfully.
"kameeeehameeehaaaaa!!!" I pushed all the water that I could with my cupped hands onto the fearful growlithe, splashing him all on his face, wetting his bright fur.
"muahahahahaha, the war is on!" I shouted gleefully as growlithe showed an annoyed, yet exciting expression upon his face."
"growl growlithe growl" he angrily scolded and then rushed, swam? at me.
"Bring it on poor mortal!" I cackled and thus the great war of Aquafina (get it?) continued.