“It sure is drafty down here.” John said, climbing down a ladder to a lower part of the airship he and Psycho were held captive. “What do you see down there Psycho?” John asked to Psycho, who was down farther.
“There seems to be an odd glow in the chamber below.” Psycho answered. It was very drafty in the room below, John & Psycho could hear atmospheric noises combined with propellor whirls.
“What is that Orange glow?” John asked, observing at the glow further down the hall.
“Lets follow it and see.” Psycho said, and the two ran to the glow.
John & Psycho were greeted with a machine, one that appeared to be one for life support. Inside the tube was an Orange apparition. From inside appeared to be the noises of a purr a cat makes. “What... is it?” John asked Psycho.
“Whatever it is, something seems so... Familiar about it!” Psycho responded.
“Yahoe Yahoe!” said Yahoe, who popped up. Yahoe fluttered onto the tube and started dancing on top of it.
“What is it Yahoe? Has something about it excited you?” Psycho asked.
“Think we should open the tube?” John asked, and he walked up to the console to look at the buttons...
*SLASH*
“AAAAAGH!” John screamed in agony. He looked at his pained wrist and saw the base had been slashed somehow, and was bleeding.
“I am sorry, but you will be doing NOTHING of the sort.” said a voice from behind. John & Psycho turned around and saw a young kid wearing a hood. His eyes held the most wicked, devious glare. Nothing appeared more evil to even Psycho. “You must NOT awaken Operation I.S.A.” the kid said. “It was hard to confine it in the first place. Unfortunately, the two of you have discovered one of my Secrets. Only I can know my Secrets. I must now kill you.” he said, with such evil, wicked, confident intent.
“Oh know you don’t!” said Psycho, as he launched to the kid growing sharp blades onto his fingers like Wolverine.
“Go Alakazam!” the kid said, throwing a Poke Ball.
“Alakazam!” said his Alakazam.
“Alakazam, Psychic!” he commanded.
“Kaaaaa-ZAM!” said Alakazam, firing a Psychic blast to Psycho, who completely deflected the attack.
“Wh-AAT?” the kid shouted kind of distinctly.
“Haha, Psychic power cannot harm me. I am *REDACTED*, and I have a Psychic Ability score of 100!” Psycho said to the trainer.
“Something else has a high Psychic Ability score?” the kid said. “That cannot be!” he said, kind of worried.
“This buys me time to free this Orange thing.” John said. “Go Mankey!” he said, throwing a Poke Ball.
“Mankey!” said Mankey.
“Lets see, Mankey knows Call a Helicopter and Punch the Ground. Neither of those will really help.” John thought to himself. “I know what to do!” he said, taking out a Random TM from his backpack.
“Mankey!” said Mankey, excited to learn a new move.
“Okay Mankey, with this Random TM, I teach you Dragon Rage!” John said, writing “Dragon Rage” onto the Random TM’s Label. John then broke the TM onto Mankey, who absorbed the powder.
“Mankey!” said Mankey, ready.
“Alright Mankey!” John said. “Use Dragon Rage!” he commanded. Mankey had a very angry look in his eyes, they turned Cobalt Blue, and he screamed.
“MAAAAANKEY!” Mankey screamed, and jumped onto the machine tube, and started punching it very aggressively and hard.
*PARAGRAPH REDACTED*
*CRASH*
“Hah! Good work Mankey!” John commended.
“MANKEY!” Mankey said, roaring with power successfully destroying the tube of the machine that contained the Orange glow.
“Rrrrrrrr-OAR!” sounded the Orange glow, and it shot into the wall of the room, making a hole in the aircraft which sucked everyone in slowly. John and Psycho grabbed onto something and John recalled Mankey.
“What have, you done?” the kid said solemnly. “You have... I’m gonna FUCKING KILL YOU!” he said with pure anger in his eyes. He clasped his hands together, and started charging power.
“Oh crap! We got him pissed!” Psycho said rather casually.
All of a sudden, two figures Teleported into the room. One was a Human-Human woman and the other was a Purple, Bipedal Cat Pokemon. “Jason, stop!” said the woman, grabbing him and hoping to stop him. “You two, get out now, while you can!”
“Okay.” John said. “Charmeleon, lets go!” he said, tossing a Poke Ball.
“Meleon!” said Charmeleon.
“Transform into a Jetpack, now!” John commanded.
“Meleon!” said Charmeleon, getting into position and transforming into a Jetpack. John strapped on the Jetpack, Psycho shrunk and clunged onto John, and the two escaped the damaged aircraft...
But these guys drive and drink and other "adultish" (sex) activities. I would never have my characters be cold-blooded.
