Pokémon quick writing dump sprint organization thread?

[candycanearter07]

The light shone down from above, filtered through the trees until only a trickle of light made its way down to the forest floor.
Bugs of all sizes chirped and played and interacted.

The human standing there, however, seemed far more out of place, especially given the urban clothes and simple Pokemon-themed bag they had been clutching with their life. Occasionally, they snapped their eyes to the watch strapped to their wrist, watching the pendulum swing until they could leave this trap of creepy crawlies... everywhere...

They never would've stepped foot into a legendary forest of doom like this, one filled with bugs, except they were forced to on account of a lost bet. After an agonizing five minutes passed, they finally let go of the breath they were holding for nearly half an hour. The dare was over, and they could go back to the playground.

Except.. where was it? A wave of panic filled them, and they sprinted in a random direction, hoping to find their way out, and they found their way... to trip on a passing bug and straight into a mud pile. Despite the laughing and teasing about being a Clodsire by the other kids, they felt relieved to have made it out with their life. Shakily standing up, they clutched their bag close to their chest, and stepped back into their schoolyard.

Spoiler: original

The light shone down from above, filtered through the trees until only a trickle of light made its way down to the forest floor. Bugs of all sizes chirped and played and interacted. The human standing there, however, seemed far more out of place, especially given the urban clothes and simple Pokemon-themed bag they had been clutching with their life. Occasionally, they snapped their eyes to the novelty poketch on their wrist, watching the pendulum swing until they could leave this death trap. This forest was one of legends, one that claimed hundreds of the most talented trainers, and this kid lost to a Caterpie, landing them in this mess. After an agonizing 5 minutes passed, they finally let go of the breath they were holding for nearly half an hour. The dare was over, and they could go back to the playground. Except.. where was it? A wave of panic filled them, and they sprinted in a random direction, hoping to find their way out, and they found their way... to trip on a passing bug and straight into a mud pile. Despite the laughing and teasing about being a Clodsire by the other kids, they felt relieved to have made it out with their life.

 

[candycanearter07]

I threw the door open, and a warm blast of air greeted me.

Summertime was never my favorite, but at least the plants were enjoying all the extra sun. It was far too hot for me to withstand very long, though. Clutching the iced water bottle tightly, I carefully inspected each of my berry sprouts for heath, and feeding them with some of the bottle. Once I finally managed to get through each one, I practically collapsed into my apartment, dreading the next day I'd have to fight to keep my bushes alive.

The sun came back up the next day, and I headed back outside to the garden. I immediately knew something was off. All the berries had seemed to disappear! Searching around the surrounding area, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except...

There were some scratch marks on one of the fences. Clear signs of a breaking and entering. Why would they only target the garden, though?

Day after day, I woke up earlier, hoping to catch whoever it was. I was always slightly too late, though, as the bushes were picked clean. I was determined to protect my plants, no matter what, though.

Grabbing my best pokemons, items, and a small tent, I stomped outside into the warzone. No matter what, this WOULD end today.

A slight rustle jolted me out of the book I was reading. Yawning, I glanced at my wristwatch. 2am. Well, nobody said this was going to be easy.

My hand stretched out toward the flap, my heart was pounding in my ears, I was ending this right now-!

I flung the tent flap away.

A lone Beedrill was staring back at me, fear in its eyes.

From the foresting books, I recognized that it was a female Beedrill, a natural gatherer. Maybe they recognized me as a fellow female...

The adrenaline left my body instantly, and was replaced by shame. How could I have interrupted a pokemon minding it's own buisness? But... I still wanted to harvest my own berries...

Shakily, slowly, I carefully inched closer to the frightened bee. I had managed to calm it down, using some of the nature guide tricks, and let it go free, back to its hive.

The next day, after a LONG rest, I put out some berries in a bowl, for my friend to harvest that night.

 

[candycanearter07]

[trying something different this time, so no humans!! only mon interactions!]
[also some might complan about the generation mismatch but shh]

Heat surrounded the sleeping beast, and it slowly stirred into consciousness. With a roar that shook the heavens, an enormous, scaly lizard mon scaled the volcano it was sleeping in, and took stock of their domain. The mountain range stretched far out of view, stabbing out of the earth as if to guard the domain.

Not a single creature, human or mon, was brave enough to withstand the immense heat of the region, save for a couple Magcargos. And, of course, all the aspiring trainers. Their hopes of being the first to capture the legendary Groudon crushed under the unforgiving enviroment, an unforgiving labyrinth of their design. And any who managed the arduous path to encounter them were far too weak to stand a chance. In other words, there wasn't a living being for miles. Just how they liked it.

Even still, they did their daily rounds across their domain. While they could care less if a trainer got hurt, fellow pokemon were far more honorable. They had a policy to always deposit any pokemon, fainted or not, outside of their domain for their own safety.

Another trainer felled. This pathetic whelp barely even tried. Once the gravity of their situation, and type matchup, hit them, they turned tail and cowardly escape rope'd away to wherever all the trainers spawn from. In the rush of things, the slime even left one of their oh-so-precious mons behind, a poor Snom. Obviously, fire and ice mixed as well as himself and Kyogre, but the little guy was clearly badly hurt in the scuffle. Releasing them into the wild would be a death sentence.

The kid was surrounded in a fort of Magic Ice, an approximation of, they assumed, wherever ice pokemon lived. They were careful to block off the entrance, and sneak in berries to the small home, in order to not startle the Snom..

Finally, after they were sure they had made a full recovery, they snuck the little Snom out while asleep, carefully depositing them in a grass patch a great distance from their domain. While it wasn't an ice region, surely they would be okay now...

[yeaa the descriptions kinda lightened as the thing went on, sorry..]