"Normality is the insanity of the masses." ~ Fredrik Nerbrand
How should I talk to her? Lorne pondered. He had no idea what to say. With his condition he had little experience talking to girls. Other guys talk to girls easily so why can't I? He thought angrily.
Lorne was a pokemorph, a bad enough thing to be on its own, but to make it worse he was a Cubone. Shyness, seclusion, and social uncertainty came naturally. To make matters worse, he became nervous and fidgety whenever he wasn't wearing his Cubone skull-helmet, and if ALL that wasn't enough he had a thick-long brown tail, very tan skin, Cubone feet, and the famous Cubone four and a half foot bone-club that he kept slung over his back at all times. But for some reason, despite all of this, she still talked to him, was nice to him, and she didn't act nervous around him; something even other pokemorphs did sometimes.
Her name was Vivian, she was a Furret pokemorph. She had long gorgeous brown and tan stripped hair that flowed down her back like silk, huge honest brown eyes that looked like their owner spent a lot of time thinking, a big fluffy Furret tail, and...
Lorne snapped out of his day dream to realize that his totodile, Torent, had run away. She was SO hyper. With a groan, Lorne got to his feet and ran after the energetic water Pok mon, his Bone-club slapping against his back. He finally caught up to Torent next to a big tree full of very wet and very ticked...
"Beedrill! RUN!"
About a mile away a Furret pokemorph and her duskull heard a loud scream slice through the soft noises of the forest.
"Spook, do you know what that was?"
"Skull?"
Apprehensively, Vivian took off at a jog in the screamer's general direction; she then turned into an all out sprint. About two minutes later she was met with a winded, terrified pokemorph. "Lorne, what's going on?" She half asked half yelled at the winded Cubone-boy, recognizing him from an earlier encounter. (Saving that for a flashback...)
"Beedrill, wet, Torent did it, coming, mad," The teen choked out, hands on his knees, punctuating the muddled statement with gasps of air. The Totodile at his side was in the same condition.
Hearing an angry buzz, a Beedrills jaws theme, Vivian made a split desision. She remembered a lesson about Beedrill and quickly commanded "Skull Reflect!" god I hope this, works she thought as the small group was surrounded with a light blue bubble...
Chaos: Cool! This is an awesome story! For this chapter, Fumes of Chaos did the story writing and I filled out the grammar and such. I'm looking forward to writing more chapters!