John was flying through the skies of Kanto on his Jet Pack. Psycho had shrunk, and was clinging onto the body of John. Just then, the Jet Pack started to sputter. “Oh crap.” said John, and him and the Jet Pack started to fall.
*Slam*
John was laying on the Jet Pack on his back. Luckily, the Jet Pack broke John’s fall. “What happened?” asked Psycho, restoring himself to his proper size. The Jet Pack then transformed back into John’s Charmeleon.
“Charmeleon!” said Charmeleon.
“Wow, it seems you ran out of fuel.” John said.
“Meleon, Meleon!” responded Charmeleon in agreement.
“Jeez, we always run out of fuel, and it just drops us back onto the ground.” Psycho said. “You should create a TM called “Make Fuel.”
“You know, that’s a damn good idea!” John responded. John went into his backpack and took out a Random TM and a pen. John then wrote on the Random TM’s label “Make Fuel.” John then broke the Random TM onto Charmeleon, the Pokemon absorbing the powder.
“Alright, now Charmeleon, Make Fuel!” John commanded.
“Meleon!” Charmeleon said, and it sprayed orange liquid out of its mouth.
“Haha! This is hilarious.” Psycho said.
“Hey, I just thought of something else!” John said, taking out a Poke Ball. “Go Geodude!”
“Geodude!” said John’s Geodude,
“Okay, here we go!” John said, writing on another Random TM’s label “Create Video Camera.” John then broke the Random TM onto Geodude, the Pokemon absorbing the powder. “Alright, that ones for later.” John said.
“We’ve been through a lot you know, I sure could use some sleep.” Psycho said.
“Me too.” John said. “Hey look, we’re in luck!” John pointed. There was quite conveniently a Days Inn across the street.
“Aw cool!” Psycho said, happy to see a hotel.
“Days Inn may be 2nd rate, but they are at least safe, clean and comfortable!” John said. “Let’s go!”
“Wait, do we have any money?” Psycho asked.
“Don’t worry about that, Charmeleon, Create Money!” John said, commanding to Charmeleon.
“Meleon!” Charmeleon acknowledged, and it shook its arms into the air with his mouth hanging open, coins then started to pour out of its mouth.
“Oh wow!” Psycho said. “I forgot your Charmeleon can do that!”
“Yep. Lets go check in!” John said.
John and Psycho were now in their hotel room at the Days Inn. They found out they were on Route from the east of Fuchsia City. John and Psycho were enjoying their wine and room service, eating a good meal for the first time in awhile. “So John...” Psycho started.
“Yes?” John responded.
“Did you think about what happened to us on that airship?” Psycho asked.
“Not really...” John answered.
“That kid... something seemed terrible about him. First he was being all calm and talking about us discovering his “Secret”, but as soon as you broke the tube holding that Orange thing, he went completely mad. Going so far as to shout that he’s going to fucking kill us!” Psycho finished.
“Must have been one of those power-hungry Pokemon Trainer brats.” John said.
“Yeah, and that brings up another thing, but first, did you recognize that woman that was with him?” Psycho asked.
“No, I didn’t, but what about her?” John answered.
“That was Sabrina, the Gym Leader of Saffron City, I’ve seen her before when I was thrown in mental institutions.” Psycho answered. “I have to wonder, what was she doing with that kid? And why did she allow us to escape. Furthermore, I’m worried to see that purple Cat Pokemon with him...”
“Do you know something? You know, I noticed that Pokemon was wearing a hooded robe, almost as if he was that boys sidekick.” John mentioned.
“I don’t know right now, but something just seems so familiar about it.” Psycho answered.
All of a sudden, from inside their hotel room, John & Psycho heard several screams of women.
*FWOOSH*
A loud noise was heard, sounding sort of like searing fire.
“What was that?” John asked.
“Arm yourself! This smells bad.” Psycho responded, and he transformed his hands into daggers.
“Go Mankey and Charmeleon!” John said, throwing his Poke Ball’s.
“Mankey!” said Mankey.
“Charmeleon!” said Charmeleon.
“Okay, lets go check this out.” Psycho said.
John and Psycho and John’s Pokemon were walking the hallways of the three story Days Inn. “Look out for those darn Hooligans!” Psycho said, lunging forward with his dagger-hands.
“Charmeleon!” Charmeleon said, dashing forward and attacking the small band of Hell’s Angels hanging around the corridor.
“Aha! Look.” One of the Hell’s Angels started. “Those guys there look like Pokemon trainers, and they seem to like to try and stop bad stuff from going on. Well it’s not happening this time!” he finished with a coy smile. Suddenly, despite what he just said, him and his band ran back outside.
“Let’s follow!” John said, and he, Psycho, and Mankey & Charmeleon followed.
John, Psycho and the Pokemon were at the Days Inn Parking Lot. Apparently, the Days Inn was set ablaze.
“Oh no! I left my supplies! All my Random TM’s!” John said.
“Hey boss! Check out this treasure I stole from the hotel rooms before we torched it. A bunch of Random TM’s!” said one of the Hell’s Angels, showing his boss a backpack.
“Hey! Those are mine!” John said, angrily. “Give those back.”
The boss of the Hell’s Angels smiled and said. “Heh. Lets see you try and make us.”
“Go Slowpoke!” John said, throwing out a Poke Ball.
“Sloooooooo-poke.” said Slowpoke.
“Okay Slowpoke, use Transform Opponent into Clown!” John commanded.
“Sloooooooo....” Slowpoke said, and it went quiet.
“NAAA-NANA-NA-nunu-nunu-NU, NAH-NU!” said the Hell’s Angels, when all of them were suddenly transformed into clowns and were dancing like they were already in a circus.
“Ahahahaha!” Psycho laughed.
“What have they done!” said a few more Hell’s Angels riding over in their motorcycles. “Hurry, grab the boss!” The two Hell’s Angels drove past quick and grabbed the clowned boss and company. As they drove further away, the affect of Slowpoke’s power faded.
“Aw crap!” John said. “They still have the Random TM’s! We have to stop him!”
“Leave catching up to me!” Psycho said, and he then transformed his body into a Kawasaki Ninja Motorcycle.
“Pssh, wow.” John said, as he mounted the Motorcycle and revved off to the Hell’s Angels Posse.
John quickly caught up with them and rather easily, retrieved his entire backpack. Not a single Random TM was gone. However, John quickly found himself staring away from the road for too long...
*CRASH!*
John laid on the asphalt of the dark night, in a lot of pain. The motorcycle transformed back into Psycho’s body, and he too was in a lot of pain. An ambulance eventually arrived to help John and Psycho...
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