Prologue
It was six year old Tim’s birthday, and he was gonna get his starter Pokémon today! He hurried downstairs and saw a poke ball and rushed to open it.
Mom: No, you must guess it first!
Tim: Charmander?
Mom: No
Tim: Bulbasaur
Mom: No
Tim: Ooh! Is it Squirtle?
Mom: No
Tim: Can I just open it
Mom: Ugh.. yes
It flashed rapidly, and it opened.
Tim: Oooh! What will it be!
Mom: Dunno, bought it from some guy at a car-boot-
Tim: WHAT!
It was a Victorian girl, straight 1880s leather fashion, brown hair and green eyes. Seemed about 8 years older than him as Pokémon don’t age. She started retreating to the back of the ball.
Mom: Huh?
Tim: Yeah? The fucks going on here
Girl: What happened? What time is it? Why does it look.. clean?
Mom: It’s 8:16 AM, and thank you for complimenting my cleaning.
Girl: Isn’t it 1884? And why am I the size of a bloody pencil.
Mom: No clue? Go spend some time with.. err.. it’s awkward when it’s a human.
Girl: Oh, I see. I’m a human, thought I was a lizard or some shit.
Mom: Tim? You know these pocket monster things, is this one of them.
Tim: That ain’t a monster, that’s some hot teenage girl.
Girl: Alright then, bloody relax
Tim: Plus, why do you look like your from Peaky Blinders
Mom: She’s from the 1880s so she wont know. Too small round that time.
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Girl: Argh.. can’t remember my name or anything. Just remember- book.
She seemed light headed like she was about to pass out from shock
Tim: Of course you won’t remember in 2015-
Then she passed out, for 15 minutes. Then she woke back up.
Mom: Must’ve been some terrorists that has done that-
Girl: I’m back
Mom: So, you don’t have a name-
Tim: Mom I don’t like this one can you get another one instead-
Girl: Your mom’s a cheapskate, don’t you know?
Tim went outside to play tennis or whatever kids did back in 2015.
Girl: Ok, can you give me like a name or something.
Mom: Florence?
Girl: Alright, sounds good.
Mom: You like reading?
Florence: Yeah
Mom: What’s your favourite author?
Florence: Charles Dickens.
Mom: We’ll I’ve got great expectations out of you!
Florence: Pfff.. that actually got me.
They spent the night drinking wine while Tim hanged out with his mates.
Axel: How was your birthday?
Tim: I got a Pokémon!
Axel: I got one a few days back swell, wanna battle?
Tim: Yeah, sure. One problem though
Axel: What’s the problem?
Tim: It’s.. a human thing, I’ll be right back
He dashed home and got there 3 minutes later.
Mom: Here to pick Florence up?
Tim: Yeah.
Florence: You doing that weird shoulder trick that they used to do back in the day which makes no sense gravity-wise?
Tim: That’s been around for ages
She climbed up his shoulder and gripped on, he ran back to Axel and Dax
Dax: Why is it a human?
Tim: Not sure
Dax: Is it-
Florence: Hello sir
Dax: AHH SHIT!
Axel: Dax? What’s going on? OH GOD WHAT IS THAT.
Tim: It’s not that bad, she’s completely fine.
Florence: We ain’t battling right?
Axel: Nope, that’d be messed up
He went back home and spent most of his day doing stuff while Florence hanged out with his Mom.
Florence: You know, I actually haven’t actually been to the library in about 140 years.
Mom: Yeah, relatable. But you actually have.
When it started getting near nighttime, she needed something to sleep on.
Florence: You know, I think it’s time for me to sleep now.
Mom: Hmm-
Florence: I’m fine sleeping on wood.
Mom: Alright
The days flew by, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned to years.
What happened in Year 5
It was a nice summer day at the Primary School, well the school was less nice because it was in Birmingham but still. Axel and Dax are still good friends with him and have actually started getting more Pokémon. While Tim sticked to just Florence.
Dax: I’ve got a Beedrill and a Venonat!
Axel: I’ve got a Bulbasaur and a Seel!
Then he walked over
Chase: I’ve got a match-
Dax: I dare you to use it! Not on the Pokémon! Litreally anything else than one of these beauties-
He set fire to a fence which quickly spiralled out of control.
Dax: Oh, oh shit. RUN!
Chase was always known as a rough lad, even sending adults into fear. But he’d pushed the line this time. The police were caught over and got him in no time.
Policeman 1: Do you have anything to do with this? You lot?
Axel: No Sir!
Florence: why are you tormenting me like this, I cannot take it anymore.
She sounded timid, frightened and dull all at once.
Tim: Are you alright Florence?
Florence: It’s- It’s-
She fainted, and he turned around. It was like a mighty Ceruledge but much more strong and grand. The sky turned grey and it disappeared and ran off into the forest.
Chase: I’ll be back! Five years! 2024.
Axel: Who cares! That’s ages away.
From there, it’s been plain sailing. Florence is adapting (sort of) and everyone is still friends. But that all changes soon.