#sprouttower

Sprout Tower

🃏 Nuova Carta Pokémon: Sprout Tower! 📦 Set: Neo Genesis

Sprout Tower Visitor Centre

Here's the Disclaimer!

*Pokes Silver with a long stick*

gothchic6: Come on, Silver, do the Disclaimer.

Silver: Go away, you irritating Fanfiction writer with no life.

gothchic6: Hey, I do too have a life! Here, let me show you… Oh, wait, he's right, I don't have a life… Hey, who stole my life?!

Silver: Maybe if you'd socialize more, and stop using the Internet as often, you would have a life.

gothchic6: What would you know about socializing?!

*gothchic6 and Silver start arguing loudly*

Calypso: Hey, it's my job to fight with Silver! Oh well, while I'm over here, I might as well do the Disclaimer. gothchic6 does not own Pokémon and does not get anything for writing this. She does own her OCs like JC and Monica. She technically owns me, but it's a bunch of bullcrap.

gothchic6: Hey!

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Monks, Scares, and Even a Kidnapping:

Sprout Tower is my next objective.

When you're far away from Sprout Tower, it only looks like a puny little baby tower, but when you get up close, it is freaking gigantic! I walk into the large building, where a few monks and an old lady are hanging out.

"I heard people come here to train their Pokémon. Is that true?"

The monk closest to the stairs nods and replies, "Yes, child, it is. Go up these stairs, and there will be other monks willing to do battle with you."

Anger slowly burns up inside me at being called a child. That's what Gran always called me, that miserable old hag. I hate when old people do that, it's so annoying; I'm seventeen for crying out loud, I'm almost an adult!

"Watch who you call a child, you old geezer."

The monk chuckles, but doesn't reply as I make my way past him, and up the stairs.

I address Spirit, who is still on my shoulder.

"Hey, look, I know I said I wanted to train you, but I think Cyndi needs a bit more training than you do at the moment. You can stay on my shoulder though, if you want, and do whatever Murkrows do when they're not battling for their awesome trainer. Cool?"

Spirit rolls her eyes, but nods anyways. I let out Cyndi, who is ecstatic to be out of her Pokéball.

"Okay, Cyndi, it's time for some training. We're in Sprout Tower, so guess what kind of Pokémon we're mostly likely going to be fighting? That's right: Bellsprout! Your firepower will kill them in one hit, so it's easy training. But watch out, because I bet that some of the monks have more than just Bellsprout."

Cyndi nods, excited at the prospect of setting other Pokémon on fire. And I thought she wasn't violent. Eh, it's fine as long as she only does it to opponents, mean people, or people trying to kill us.

So Cyndi, Spirit and I climb the tower, setting Bellsprouts on fire, and gaining experience. While Cyndi battles, Spirit gives her advice or teases Cyndi about her fire not being hot enough. Cyndi responds by sending a small fireball towards Spirit, who dodges it. The fireball hits the wooden wall, leaving a small hole that goes to the outside. Thankfully, the nearest monk is more than 15 feet away, and can't see over here.

"Oops… well, they won't notice it until later, right?"

Spirit and Cyndi snicker. We quickly make it up to the highest floor, where Cyndi burns the first two monks. We are in the middle of beating up the third, when he sends out his second Pokémon.

"I knew it, I so fucking knew it. See, Cyndi, I knew it wouldn't just be Bellsprout", I mutter as I study the owl-like Pokémon in front of me. Hoothoot. They're good when they're on your side, otherwise, not so much.

"Cyndi, let's get this done fast, use Ember!"

"Hoothoot, dodge it, and use Hypnosis!"

The Ember hits the Hoothoot full force, but it's not enough to knock it out. Unfortunately for me, the Hypnosis hits Cyndi dead on.

"Cyndi, it's not the time for napping, come on! I know you can do it!"

The monk just shakes his head and orders his Hoothoot to use Tackle on Cyndi, which it does. Cyndi now looks like she's fighting off a terrible nightmare. I'm panicking, and even Spirit is worried now.

"Come on, Cyndi, if you wake up, I'll buy you those Cheri Berries you like so much!"

Of course the mention of food instantly gets Cyndi's attention, and she awakens.

"Now, use your Quick Attack!"

In a flash, Cyndi attacks the Hoothoot, knocking it out.

"Yay, Cyndi!"

Cyndi blushes in pride. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice coming from the back of the room. Cyndi, Spirit, and I walk over to see what's going on. The owner of the voice is that asshole who stole Elm's Totodile, what was his name? Oh yeah, Silver.

I'm watching Silver talk to the Elder from behind the big pillar. I can hear what the Elder is saying to him.

"You've shown us what you've got, and it is indeed good. Take this Technical Machine. However, you treat your Pokémon far too harshly. Remember, Pokémon are not tools of war…"

I shift behind the pillar, silently trying to keep from laughing, but botch it up when a snort comes out. Silver apparently hears me, and I'm forced to come out of hiding. He hastily stomps towards me, an annoyed look on his face. He leans against the pillar casually as his piercing steely eyes stare me down. Then, he speaks.

"… …Humph! He calls himself the Elder, but he was no match for me. Sure enough, those who lecture how you should be "nice" to Pokémon… They cannot defeat me. All I care about are strong Pokémon that win every time. The rest of them don't mean anything to me."

He looks down at Cyndi, a sneer etched on his sharp face. "That goes for your wimpy Cyndaquil", he glances at Spirit, "and your stupid Murkrow, too."

Cyndi and Spirit growl in response to Silver's insults. I can feel a fit of rage coming on… He continues his tirade.

"What can you and your puny Pokémon accomplish, anyway? I'll be the strongest Pokémon Trainer ever. I'll do whatever it takes, especially if it means beating you down."

I am about to break, but Cyndi is far beyond me in the anger department. She begins to snarl, a look of fury on her normally adorable face. Silver just looks down on her with a mock-worried expression.

"Aww, what is the tiny little Cyndaquil going to do about it?"

I point to Silver, "Get him, Cyndi! Set his ass on fire!"

Cyndi suddenly erupts in a bright white light. Her body becomes longer, her eyes become red, and that's when I realize that she's evolving.

The white light disappears as Cyndi roars a different name, "Quilava!"

I break out into cheers, "Oh my God, Cyndi, you evolved!"

Silver seems fazed by Cyndi's evolution, but quickly snaps out of it. In a matter of seconds, he's back to berating us again.

"So what if your Cyndaquil evolved into a Quilava? It's still a weak, puny Pokémon. All of yours are. If you think I'm going to let a wimp like you keep me from my goals, then keep dreaming."

He goes to walk away, when I yell out to him, "Hey, asshole!"

He stops walking, his body becoming rigid at the insult I just threw at him.

"Just remember, Cyndi and Spirit here are gunning for you. Cyndi's anger towards you is what pushed her over the edge, and made her evolve. I'd watch your back. Oh, and if you don't treat your Pokémon right, they're going to be pissed at you. That Totodile of yours is small now, but he's gonna grow bigger. And when he does, you might want to watch your mouth, or you could become his next snack. Just remember that."

Silver turns around to face me again, and his mouth is in a tight line.

"I think I'll take my chances." Then he uses an escape rope to get out of the tower.

Spirit and Cyndi are staring at me, grins on their faces.

"You guys were pissed off a minute ago, what changed to make you happy?"

"Murkrow Murk Murkrow. Krow Murkrow (That was an awesome comeback you came up with. I wouldn't be able to pull that off)", Spirit explains.

"Quil. Quilava, Lava Quilava. Lava Lava Quil, Quilava Lava Quilava (Yeah. And you know what, I think you're right about Totodile. He was always an ass back at the Lab, I wouldn't put it past him to attack his trainer if he was really mad)", Cyndi adds.

I laugh, and end up snorting, which makes them laugh.

We walk up to the last monk, who looks much older than the other monks. He is staring at me intently, as if he is trying figure me out.

"Are the you the last monk in this joint?"

"Yes, I am Elder Li. I assume you are here to battle, Miss…?"

"It's Calypso, and you assume correctly."

"Well, Calypso, show me the bond you and your Pokémon share. Bellsprout, go forth into battle!"

So Cyndi uses her Ember attack to take out the Elder's two Bellsprouts. Then, he sends out his last Pokémon, a…

"Hoothoot", I mutter darkly. Of course he has to have a Hoothoot. Cyndi gazes at me with a determined expression.

"Cyndi, use your Ember attack!"

Cyndi shoots a ball of fire at the Hoothoot, who tries to hop away, but gets hit in the wing.

"Hoothoot, use Hypnosis!"

"Cyndi, avoid Hypnosis with everything you've got, then use Quick Attack!"

Cyndi manages to avoid Hypnosis, but her Quick Attack doesn't work out so well, and she misses.

"Hoothoot, use Tackle on Quilava's unprotected side!"

Hoothoot does just that, and hits Cyndi where she can't defend herself from; her right hind leg. Cyndi gets hit, but quickly turns around to face the Hoothoot again.

"Cyndi, use Ember before it gets too far away!"

Cyndi shoots out another fireball, but instead of being red, the fire is blue, making it that much more powerful. It hits Hoothoot directly, knocking it out.

Elder Li recalls his fallen Hoothoot, and walks up to me, a CD-like thing in his hands.

"Calypso, that battle was amazing. I enjoyed watching you and your Pokémon working in harmony together. Here is TM70 Flash. It lowers the opponent's accuracy, and can be used to illuminate caves. If I may make a suggestion, teaching a Bellsprout this move would be beneficial…"

"Thanks, Elder Li. I'm gonna go back to the Pokémon Center for a rest, and hopefully, some food. These guys deserve it."

With that, I use an escape rope I found on the floor to get out of this tower.

*Three Hours Later*

Back at the Pokémon Center, I've booked a room for the night, which thankfully I don't have to share with anyone else. I used the some of the money I received from defeating all of the trainers I've battled to buy some food from the food truck that finally came in around two hours ago.

I'm munching on some chips and salsa, while Cyndi, Spirit, and Forest are happily eating the Pokémon food I bought for them. Dusk, however, is staring at the food blankly, and then gives me a look as if to say, "What the heck is this shit?"

"What, you don't like Pokémon food?"

Dusk shakes her head, and replies, "Misdreavus Misdrea Mis (I receive nourishment from the fear of others)."

I turn to gape at her, my eyebrows rising. "Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do, go to the Pokémart and ask for the 'Fear' flavored Pokémon food?"

Dusk narrows her eyes at me. "Misss, Misdreavus Dreavus Mis. Misdreavus (Nooo, check your Pokédex entry on me. You'll see)."

"Okay", I say as I take out the red Encyclopedia device.

The Pokédex begins to speak in an annoying computer-generated voice as I click on Misdreavus's entry.

"Misdreavus, the Screech Pokémon. Misdreavus feed off of the fear of others. They like to frighten people by randomly screaming and pulling people's hair, and then absorbing the fear with the orbs around their necks."

"So, you were telling truth. What do you want to do, go around the town and scare the crap out of people", I ask Dusk.

Dusk grins, and replies, "Misdreavus (Precisely)."

I shrug. "Hey, Cyndi, Spirit, and Forest! Me and Dusk are gonna go scare the shit out of some people! We'll be back in a little bit. While we're gone, guard the room so no one steals you guys or any of my stuff. If we're not back by around three in the morning, tell Nurse Joy that I've gone missing. Okay?" All three nod.

I gesture for Dusk to follow me out of the window, and over to the woods by the Pokémon Center. It's dark already, so when we do pop out and scare people, they won't be able to see us coming.

We hide behind some trees, waiting for our first victim. Soon, a young kid around 11 or 12 walks by the trees we're hiding behind. Dusk flies out, attaches herself to the boy's red cap, and screams. The boy shrieks with terror, and he runs around, trying to dislodge whatever he thinks is on his hat. Dusk suddenly lets go, and the boy runs screaming into the distance. Dusk floats back over to me, a look of delight in her red eyes. We glance at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

I wipe a tear from my eye. "Nice one, Dusk. How much fear does that translate into?"

"Misdreavus. Misdreavus Mis Drea Misdreavus (Thanks. It's like how filling a chicken breast is to a human)."

"So, probably a couple more scares like that, and you'll be good?"

Dusk nods. So, Dusk and I scare a few more people, the most memorable being an old lady that when we popped out, screamed something about us being the devil's children, and threw her cane at us, which hit me in the gut. So, now I have a cane that doesn't belong to me, a bruise most likely forming on my stomach, and an old lady nowhere in sight. Great. Well, she's not getting her cane back, at any rate.

It's around midnight when Dusk and I decide to go back to the Pokémon Center. We are walking through the woods, when suddenly, strong arms grab me from behind, attempting to drag me to who knows where. One hand goes over my mouth, so I bite it, while I struggle to free myself by kicking and punching. The person attempting to restrain me curses, pulls out a white cloth, and holds it over my mouth and nose. I stupidly try to breathe in, and my nose fills with an intoxicating scent that slowly makes me pass out. Before everything goes black, I can see the silhouette of a Pokémon attacking Dusk, and restraining her as well. The worst part is, I can't do anything to prevent it. I'm sorry, Dusk.

I wake up to cold water being thrown on me. I sputter, and try to shake off any excess water on my face. I open my eyes and look up, only to see Silver and his Totodile. Haha, I guess it hasn't evolved yet. I gaze in all directions, trying to spot Dusk, only to see that a Gastly and a Zubat, that probably belong to Silver, are holding her down on the ground. I try to get up to help her, but I find that I've been tied up.

"Dusk", I call out to her, worry in my tone. "Dreavus Mis Misdreavus. Misdreavus Dreavus, Misdreavus (I'm alright, Calypso. They're just restraining me, nothing more)", she responds.

"Oh thank God she's not hurt", I exclaim with relief. I then glare back up at Silver, who has been watching Dusk and I speak with interest.

"How can you understand your Pokémon's speech? When mine talk to me, it's as if we're playing charades."

I scoff, and turn my head away. "As if I'm going to tell you. And what the heck is with you kidnapping us? That's just creepy, dude. Although, I am impressed that you managed to grab me and tie me up. Normally if someone attempted that, they'd get the shit beat out of them."

Silver glares at me for a few more moments before pulling out a piece of paper, holding it in front of my face, and quietly asking, "Why?"

I examine the paper before realizing that it's a wanted poster for Silver. Only thing is, the name next to the picture says Gold, and the picture is not exactly accurate. From far away, the picture mostly looks like Silver, but when you look up close, there are many little flaws that distinguish the picture from the real Silver.

First of all, the bright red hair isn't long enough. Silver's hair reaches down to his shoulders, but in the picture, it only falls to below the ears. Also, Silver's eyes are a darker silver than the pictures, and he's more built in real life. Oh, and in the picture, the black jacket is longer, and the pants are a bit tighter, so it looks like he's wearing a dress and leggings.

My head rises to match his determined, yet somewhat confused gaze. "Why what", I question him, not really knowing what he wants me to tell him.

His teeth clench, and he pulls the poster back. Then he lowers himself until his face is around 4 inches away from mine. He scowls, and asks menacingly, "Why didn't you rat me out?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "You don't even know if I was the one who told the police about you. Why are you asking me about this?"

He scoffs. "Please, don't give me that crap. I saw Elm give you that starter Pokémon. He gave you his phone number, and I can almost bet that he called you when one of his precious Pokémon went missing. That's why you were heading towards New Bark Town when you ran into me. I was so stupid to have accidently dropped my Trainer Card like I did. Then, to my horrible luck, you found it, and picked it up. You probably saw a lot before I succeeded in getting it back from you. You have to at least know my real name, if not more. So, when you got back to Elm's Lab, the police were there. I know, because I heard them coming. Do you know how I know that you were the one to give them details about me?"

I roll my eyes, and he continues. "Elm only saw the back of me before I jumped out of the window, and into Route 29. He couldn't have known that I have silver eyes, or what the front of my jacket looks like, even if the length is messed up. I was long out of sight by the time the police got there, so they couldn't identify me. I snuck around Route 29, letting no one spot me until you ran into me at the Cherrygrove City limits. It had to be you who gave them the information, there was no one else who fully saw me. So don't try to give me some cock-and-bull story about how it wasn't you who did it."

I raise my eyebrows at his statement. Then, I smile, which fazes him.

"What are you smiling for? I have you tied up, and soaking wet, and yet, you look like I just gave you chocolate."

I snort. "Okay, you got me. I did give the police details about who stole the Totodile from Professor Elm's Lab. See, I admitted it. Happy?"

Silver glowers at me heatedly, and replies, "No. Why did you give the police fake information about me? Why not just rat me out? I'd think you of all people would want to see my Pokémon get taken away from me, and see me get thrown into jail."

"Nah. Seeing your Pokémon being taken away from you isn't my cup of tea. Besides, from what I've seen, you're not a bad trainer, when it comes to training methods, at least. All three of your Pokémon look healthy enough, so I assume you feed them at least once a day. The only thing that really bugs me about you is that you treat your Pokémon like they are slaves or tools. You've got to treat them better, or they'll grow up to hate you."

Silver rolls his eyes. "You think I haven't heard that before? If you treat Pokémon like they're your friends, they'll go soft on you. They slack off because they know you won't yell at them for it. I'm going to be the strongest trainer there ever is, and being nice to my Pokémon isn't going to help that. So quit lecturing me about it, and tell me the real reason you didn't rat me out."

"Make me, you asshole."

He sends a death glare at me, and then orders his Totodile to use Water Gun on me. Now, I'm completely soaked, and it's slowly getting colder outside. If I don't get out of these wet clothes soon, I'll freeze to death.

"Okay, okay. The reason I didn't snitch is because if I did, I'd be a hypocrite. And I'd hate it if I was called a hypocrite. Satisfied?"

"Why, do you steal Pokémon and other things, too? That would make you just as bad as me."

I scoff. "That's classified, and I'm not as bad as you because I treat my Pokémon nicely. Now, would you let me go already? It's freaking cold out here, and I'm in soaking wet clothes."

Silver says nothing, but pulls out a switchblade, and cuts me free. I stare at the weapon in his hand. It's really long.

"What's that thing for, skewering Pokémon that don't listen or aren't powerful enough for you?"

I know I shouldn't be provoking a guy who has a long knife in his hand, but I can't help myself.

His face flushes red, and it seems like he wants to attack me, but he just gives an angry sigh, and pockets the switchblade.

"I'm not wasting my time on wimps like you again. Gastly, Zubat, let the Misdreavus go. We're done here."

He walks into a deeper part of the woods, his three Pokémon following him from behind. Soon, he disappears into the distance.

I glance towards Dusk, who has just regain her bearings. "Well, that went well", I say with a straight face. Dusk just shakes her head, and if she had hands, she'd be holding her head. I check the Pokégear, and it's already two in the morning!

"Holy shit, Dusk! We need to get back to the Pokémon Center if we want any sleep for tomorrow! Come on!"

We run to the back of the Pokémon Center, climb through the window, and into our room. All three Pokémon are laying, fast asleep. I yawn, and get into my bed, where I join them in dreamless sleep.

That chapter was so fun to write! Calypso is such a brat, and Silver is a jerk, so the dialogue between them is awesome to write.

Here's the stats of Calypso's Pokémon at the end of this chapter:

Spirit (Murkrow)

Level: 12

Ability: Insomnia

Moves: Faint Attack (Egg Move), Peck, Astonish, and Pursuit. (She had the opportunity to learn Haze, but it's a sucky move, so she didn't.)

Cyndi (Quilava)

Level: 14

Ability: Blaze

Moves: Tackle, Ember, Quick Attack, and Smokescreen.

Dusk (Misdreavus)

Level: 12

Ability: Levitate

Moves: Psywave, Growl, Spite, and Astonish.

Forest (Bellsprout)

Level: 10

Ability: Chlorophyll