Karl was sitting on a bench, alone. People walks by, giving him odd looks.
Karl curls up into a ball. He has never felt so lonely.
Karl wishes he had a friend.
Not a good thing. He said it out loud.
Jirachi's listening it.
It hadn't granted a wish for 1000 years.
Karl feels a jerk, and he clings onto the bench tightly as it spins.
Jirachi's face stays in his mind.
"W-What's happening?" he yelps.
Karl feels his stomach sway slightly. Gingerly, he gets up. He's now in a strange place, surrounded by all these monsters.
"Where am I?" he asks out loud.
A boy with a hat which had a funny ball on the front stands over him. The boy has a yellow rodent with big red cheeks on his shoulder.
"Where did you come from?" says the boy.
"Where am i?" mutters Karl, ignoring him.
"Sinnoh," the boy answers.
"Oh," Karl frowns.
He has the feeling that 'Sinnoh' isn't in London.
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Soon, the stranger reveals his name is Ash. Ash looks at him closely, "Where's your pokemon?"
Karl blinks. "What's a pokemon?"
Ash stares at him as though he is an alien. "You don't have... Oh. My. Gosh."
Karl shivers. He feels more out of place than usual.
Ash shows him the creature resting on his shoulder, "This is my pokemon, Pikachu."
Karl shrugs. Ash notices him do so. "I'm sure Oak will give you one. Come on."
Karl follows him. Who is Oak? Is he a tree? Do pokemon grow on trees? Ash shakes his head slightly, his hat shifting microscopically. Karl observes his surroundings. Many of the fellow Sinnoh citizens have pokemon. Karl sees a little boy hug a pink ball with a curl on its forehead.
Ash says, "Oak is doing a poetry workshop nearby. Not that I like it. It's too dreary. His pokemon know how is what I like."
Karl bites his lip, then he scratches his head. Oak is a male? Trees can't be boys, can they? And how can they write poems?
Karl blinks. "What's a pokemon?"
Ash stares at him as though he is an alien. "You don't have... Oh. My. Gosh."
Karl shivers. He feels more out of place than usual.
Ash shows him the creature resting on his shoulder, "This is my pokemon, Pikachu."
Karl shrugs. Ash notices him do so. "I'm sure Oak will give you one. Come on."
Karl follows him. Who is Oak? Is he a tree? Do pokemon grow on trees? Ash shakes his head slightly, his hat shifting microscopically. Karl observes his surroundings. Many of the fellow Sinnoh citizens have pokemon. Karl sees a little boy hug a pink ball with a curl on its forehead.
Ash says, "Oak is doing a poetry workshop nearby. Not that I like it. It's too dreary. His pokemon know how is what I like."
Karl bites his lip, then he scratches his head. Oak is a male? Trees can't be boys, can they? And how can they write poems?
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"Here he is!" Ash waves about.
Karl stares. Oak is a feeble old man, who smells bad.
Oak, being a smart man, decides it must be jirachi or celebi.
Karl just wished he could return home.
And he did, as Jirachi was still granting wishes for the rest of the week.
Karl still does not understand what happened.
Do you?
Karl stares. Oak is a feeble old man, who smells bad.
Oak, being a smart man, decides it must be jirachi or celebi.
Karl just wished he could return home.
And he did, as Jirachi was still granting wishes for the rest of the week.
Karl still does not understand what happened.
Do you?