Everything You've Done Wrong - A Crack Fic
Aug 14, 2014 0:58:12 GMT
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Post by SneakySalamander on Aug 14, 2014 0:58:12 GMT
Hey everyone!
Here's a little story I wrote a while back, I hope you enjoy!
I thought it might be good for lifting the mood of people, please tell me what you think, thanks!
Thanks to SakuraBlossom for helping me with the title
When Gary Oak of Pallet Town left for the meeting in Saffron City, it marked the first time that he had been that far from home in the last few years or so. Because of this, his grandfather, Samuel Oak, stayed up late into the night, and finally, on the morning that his grandson was to set off, he slipped a small note into one of his bags of supplies. And, as Gary mounted his Rapidash and sped away from his home into Viridian Forest, Professor Oak looked out the window of his lab and only hoped that his grandson would have the decency to read, and follow through with what he had written the night before...but, it really was a long shot...at best.
In his room in the Pokémon Center of Saffron City, Gary frowned as he pulled a note from one of his bags.
"I don’t remember packing this for the journey," he mumbled to himself. "Gramps must have put it here." His keen, onyx eyes looked it over as he turned it around in his pale hands. Finally, he unfolded it and prepared to read the contents when a voice called out to him from outside his closed door.
“Master Oak, I should appreciate it very much if you would come down, for the meeting is to start soon."
Noticing the voice as being that of Dragon Master Lance's, the young Pokémon researcher quickly folded the note back up and put it back in the bag, pushing it underneath his bed. He then ran to the door, and tried not to let his excitement show as he gladly accepted the champion's invitation.
As the two walked to the meeting hall, the thought of simply sitting with so many prominent figures of the Pokémon World that he had heard stories of, and those that he had yet to meet, quickly pushed all other thoughts and things from his mind. Including that of the small note.
But, for all those who are curious as to the contents of the note, here is the beginning paragraph, written, of course, in the Professor’s cursive handwriting.
"I, Gary Oak, will not do these specified actions, or anything close to being these specified actions, while at Saffron City, unless given specific instructions to do so by Lance, or my grandfather, Professor Oak. If I do for some foolish reason choose to without instruction, I will be returned home, stripped of my pokeballs and rank, and locked in my room until Tepigs learn to fly."
The list of "specified actions," is as follows...
Nope, it's not pearlshipping, sorry guys. But I hope the humour that's in it will make up for it!
This is a sorta introductory chapter, so not much happens. The real action happens in the next few
Here's a little story I wrote a while back, I hope you enjoy!
I thought it might be good for lifting the mood of people, please tell me what you think, thanks!
Thanks to SakuraBlossom for helping me with the title
When Gary Oak of Pallet Town left for the meeting in Saffron City, it marked the first time that he had been that far from home in the last few years or so. Because of this, his grandfather, Samuel Oak, stayed up late into the night, and finally, on the morning that his grandson was to set off, he slipped a small note into one of his bags of supplies. And, as Gary mounted his Rapidash and sped away from his home into Viridian Forest, Professor Oak looked out the window of his lab and only hoped that his grandson would have the decency to read, and follow through with what he had written the night before...but, it really was a long shot...at best.
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In his room in the Pokémon Center of Saffron City, Gary frowned as he pulled a note from one of his bags.
"I don’t remember packing this for the journey," he mumbled to himself. "Gramps must have put it here." His keen, onyx eyes looked it over as he turned it around in his pale hands. Finally, he unfolded it and prepared to read the contents when a voice called out to him from outside his closed door.
“Master Oak, I should appreciate it very much if you would come down, for the meeting is to start soon."
Noticing the voice as being that of Dragon Master Lance's, the young Pokémon researcher quickly folded the note back up and put it back in the bag, pushing it underneath his bed. He then ran to the door, and tried not to let his excitement show as he gladly accepted the champion's invitation.
As the two walked to the meeting hall, the thought of simply sitting with so many prominent figures of the Pokémon World that he had heard stories of, and those that he had yet to meet, quickly pushed all other thoughts and things from his mind. Including that of the small note.
But, for all those who are curious as to the contents of the note, here is the beginning paragraph, written, of course, in the Professor’s cursive handwriting.
"I, Gary Oak, will not do these specified actions, or anything close to being these specified actions, while at Saffron City, unless given specific instructions to do so by Lance, or my grandfather, Professor Oak. If I do for some foolish reason choose to without instruction, I will be returned home, stripped of my pokeballs and rank, and locked in my room until Tepigs learn to fly."
The list of "specified actions," is as follows...
Nope, it's not pearlshipping, sorry guys. But I hope the humour that's in it will make up for it!
This is a sorta introductory chapter, so not much happens. The real action happens in the next few
Gary is the man, certainly. This fic proves it. 
need a break from that. I cannot express how much more I appreciate fan-translations of anything now