Now that I've got myself a Pokémon, that also being a water type. The only logical next step was to waltz my ass into the Pewter city gym and whip Brock like those chicks into BDSM. The only problem with this masterful plan is the motherfucker who decided to put ABSOLUTELY NO SIGNS IN THIS FOREST.
So now I've got two directions to go, one is gonna get me to Pewter while the other gets me back to Viridian. Going to Viridian might not be a bad idea, except for the fact the retard who had this body before acted like an autism struck Hypno in the Pokecenter and bolted out of there. So that was a no go.
I decided to send out Buizel and let him pick, if we end up back in Viridian I can blame my retarded otter. Just one of many strategies I've picked up from Brad on how to never accept responsibility.
Buizel popped out and started flexing without even looking around, this retard is gonna be the death of me...
"Oi you retard pick a direction." I said with a dead pane tone.
Buizel stopped flexing and happily picked for us to go right, and so we started walking. Now one might wonder, why not ask Buizel if he knew which way to go? The answer lies in the term 'retard' that describes both my Buizel and whoever who thought of that question.
While walking through the forest we spotted many Caterpie and Weedle, I have no interest in using either of these pokemon on my team. I believe in quality over quantity so I ain't just gonna catch a bunch of random ass pokemon and shove them in a box. I never caught more than eight pokemon in a single playthrough of a game.
Buizel just kept punching and kicking the air while we moved through the forest, my starter might have severe brain damage but the way he moves is truly special. The way he moves reminds of Ash's Treecko, both of them seem to move with such deadly accuracy.
I've gotta start preparing a battle style for Buizel that leverages his insane battle instincts and hides his lack of IQ. Oblivious to my thoughts Buizel catches me staring at him and starts flexing once again.
At a distance I notice a lone Beedrill, a perfect chance for me to test a few battle styles out before our battle against Brock.
"Aight Buizel, we are gonna fight that Beedrill." I stated to which Buizel lit up like the sun and sprinted right at the Beedrill. For the love of all that's holy this otter is gonna give me grey hairs real quick.
"Buizel use water gun." I shouted at my starter who complied with glee.
The Beedrill caught unaware went flying straight into the tree, it then got back up and screeched in sheer rage at Buizel.
My Buizel definitely does not have any survival instincts and so he decided to start flexing once more. The Beedrill charged right at us with what seemed to be a Fury Attack.
"Dodge it by jumping right." I said to Buizel who instead looked back at me confused as fuck. Oh shit... OH SHIT!!
Buizel got yeeted by the Fury attack that hit 5 times, I forgot my otter didn't understand the concept of dodging. I was definitely gonna have a Piccolo inspired training session with Buizel after this battle.
Okay so Buizel can't dodge, not the end of the world. We just gotta attack first to win.
"Close in with Quick Attack." I said and Buizel bolted off like the wind right at the Beedrill who returned fire with Poison Sting.
"Blast it away with Sonic Boom." I said and Buizel let 3 Sonic Booms fly right into each other to stop the attack dead in its tracks. I didn't even think to use Sonic Boom like that. The explosion from that caused Beedrill to become disoriented and stare like gold fish.
"Finish it with a Water Gun from point blank." I said with a smirk on my face, the water gun decimated Beedrill who went unconscious immediately and flopped like a dead fish onto the floor. Buizel started flexing right after the win.
I let out a mighty sigh and smiled at his actions, it seems I didn't have to come up with a battle styles. My little battle prodigy already had one, and it works damn well. A few kinks to work out and we were gonna steamroll Brock into the damn ground.
Buizel came up to me still flexing but I could see the bruises he had from taking the Fury Attack head on, it seemed he regarded these bruises as badges of honor more that anything. Weird ass otter.
Before we could celebrate, a metric shit ton of Beedrill ran right towards us. I completely forgot no Beedrill is ever alone. I'm such a fucking dumbass...
I grabbed Buizel in my hand and sprinted like Usain Bolt himself, an exit was visible and I ran right through it. Thank god we decided to get our asses into such deep shit this close to the exit.
The first thing I noticed on exiting were a bunch of rocks, being as exhausted as I was I sat my ass onto them. Buizel just seemed as confused as usual but he sat beside me regardless. Now that I think about why didn't I put him in his pokeball? I'm becoming more and more retarded like Buizel...
"Kiddo you're gonna have to pay for sitting on my product." said some dumbass from behind me. Who the fuck sells rocks this size that you can't even move?!
Oh wait, there was one old bastard who did exactly that in the anime outside of Pewter. I look behind me and spot an old man with a red beanie and a massive beard.
Yup that was Flint, and I'm in the Pokemon anime universe. Which means golden boy Ash Ketchum was somewhere on the other side of Viridian Forest. This makes shit hella more interesting.