Jackson Grey
So this was it, all of his hard work at Trainer school paid off. Jackson now had his pokemon license in his wallet, one of his soon to be many partners, and a burning ambition to catch a, for the lack of a better words, shit ton of pokemon. Not to mention he now had a group of new friends! Jackson had never had a ton of friends, not too little, but definitely not a shit ton. How much was a shit ton? The boy wondered. Definitely more than ten, but less than one hundred? He would have to study measurements more often, shit prefixes always seemed to throw him off... While the musician was caught in his little day dream, the group moved on without him! Jack wasn't mad of course, it took like, a shit ton of annoyance to get him angry. Just as he stepped out of the door he remembered, his ukulele! If he had forgotten that he would have been miserable! His ukulele had been given to him when he was 10, he wasn't going to lose it so easily! Jackson ran back inside, with Fang grasping desperately to his wheat colored hair. "Hey, hey, easy on the hair bud," the trainer said with a wince. Then comically, Fang patted Jackson's head! As if telling his trainer that his hair would be okay.
After retrieving his instrument, Jack sprinted out the lab, making sure to give his goodbye to the professor. Dammit, the group was out of sight, he must have taken longer than he thought! Sneakers slapped against the trail as Jackson sprinted to catch up with his new friends. They finally came into view, he wasn't too far behind. He was just about to call out to them when a growl came from his right. Next thing he knew he was tackled!
Dazed and confused, Jack looked up to see an orange furred, dog like pokemon. The pokemon growled, and was just about to administer a bite when Fang came to the rescue. The little guy had not enjoyed being flung from atop of his friend's head.
Fang tackled the Growlithe with such ferocity that they both smacked into a tree on the other side of the trail. Having recovered, with a sore stomach, Jackson staggered to his feet. He watched as the Growlithe stood up to Fang, with no fear in its eyes. It was quite dramatic actually, like the whole battle was a western stand off. Fang looked at Jackson, as if asking for permission. Jackson, already knew that he wanted to capture the Growlithe, nodded. Fang shot towards the Growlithe in an attempt to tackle it with the force of a speeding bullet, but failed miserably.
The duo's canine opponent danced out of the way with ease and barked in an almost taunting way. Then in the blink of an eye it dashed forward and bit Fang. How ironic, the pokemon with the strongest jaws just got bit, and it seemed to be hurting a lot. Deciding he had had enough, Jackson came for the Growlithe. The canine pokemon jumped fearlessly at the bigger human, jaws wide. Jackson, acting on instinct, kicked his foot out. Already knowing it was too late to bring his foot back, Jackson winced as he literally punted the Growlithe. "Wait-" the boy sputtered, as if that would reverse what he had done. The poor pokemon flew through the air and hit another tree. It slid down, unconscious. "Oh my god! I did not just do that... Did I just fucking punt a Growlithe?" The disbelief was thick in the boy's voice. Jack kneeled down by the hurt pokemon.
He would make this right.
Jackson grabbed a potion from his pack and healed the Growlithe. It awoke to being cradled in Jackson's arms. At first it attempted to lash out in fear, but smelled the sadness in the boy and hesitated. Water was falling from the boy's eyes, Growlithe cocked his head. Jackson was brought out of his sadness by a tongue licking his face. Oh thank god! He hadn't killed it!
"I'm so sorry! I really am! You just jump and I reacted... I didn't mean it I swear."
Growlithe probably didn't understand what Jack was saying, but seems to have forgiven him. The canine pokemon was in fact grateful that Jackson had treated his wounds.
After realizing that the Growlithe was complacent and not attempting to attack him, Jack wondered how he could make it up to the dog like pokemon. "Hey how about you stay with me? You can come along with Fang and I and I'll make this all up to you." Jackson held out a pokeball as he said the question.
The Growlithe was not sure what that ball did, maybe it was a toy? Boy, he sure loved toys, and sticks! Sticks were just almost as fun as balls! The pokemon tapped it nose to the pokeball and was immediately captured.
It wiggled once.
Twice.
Three times.
Click.
Jackson jumped up and pumped his fist in the air! Not only had he caught the Growlithe, but he now had two pokemon! "Yes!"
The boy held the pokeball, "I think I'm going to call you Tiger, that's a cool name right?" Returning Totodile to his ball, he grinned. Maybe this journey wouldn't be so bad. Now what was he forgetting...
The group!
It took what seemed like a shit ton of time to reach them again. When he did reach them, it seemed that he had missed something big. Most of them seemed to be covered in white sticky stuff. Uh, maybe he had missed something naughty. There was no way there had been some kind of orgy right? They barely knew each other and they had decided to do the dirty tengo? What the hell was wrong with this group? You can't have sex with people you just met! Unless the girls were some sort of teen prostitutes! Had he walked into some sort of pornographic film-loving group? No wait, there were some sort of spider pokemon retreating from the scene. The sticky white stuff was webbing! Jack openly sighed with relief. "Whoa, I leave for a while and when I come back all hell has broken loose. What happened?"