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Garret's Nuzlocke: Ch. 3Garret woke up slowly by a soft pushing on his left shoulder. He groaned softly and blinked his eyes open. He pushed up on his elbows and rubbed the back of his head. He looked around, seeing Professor Birch on his left, now wearing a white lab coat and jeans. His hair was also combed, though still a little disheveled. He continued looking around until he saw Treecko on his right side, looking at him worriedly.
At the sight of him, he jumped to the left, shouting again, "Ahh! G-get it away from me!"
Birch blinked at him, surprised at his change. He spoke slowly, "Calm down. What happened?"
Garret slowed down his heavy breathing, his eyes still locked on the creature, "I I was talking to it. And it talked back!"
Birch looked down to Treecko, and then to Garret, "I think you might be having some sleep deprivation hallucinations. Pokémon can't speak."
Garret gulped, then sighed shakily, "I I guess."
Birch nodded, adding, "It probably was. Upstairs are a couple beds.
Garrets Nuzlocke: Ch. 2Garret looked up to the two-story lab with a deep sigh. He knew once he stepped into this building, his life would be forever changed. He stood there for several minutes, the sun creeping up through the trees behind him. His fists were clenched and his eyes were shut.
He knew he had to make his own choices, and part of him wanted to do this. But he couldn't abandon his family just for a whim. He couldn't leave them like his father did, but he couldn't continue to live under his mother's rule. He sighed again and forcefully took a step through the automatic doors of the lab.
The large main room was filled with an array of blinking machines, none of which he knew the purpose of. There were stacks of book and piles of papers strewn across multiple tables. The majority of the room was dark, aside from the blinking machines and a small room in the back, where a bright light was coming from, along with the sound of clinking dishes.
He looked around, chewing on the cuticle of his thumb as he
Garrets Nuzlocke: Ch. 1The alarm buzzed loudly on the side table. Garret slammed his hand down on it a few time in attempt to shut it off, not being able to see it with his face buried in his pillow. The sheets were tossed and twisted around him from a rough night of sleep, his shaggy black hair messier than usual.
He finally managed to hit the 'off' button, lifting his head off the pillow to see the time. 5:30? He thought, grunting before laying his head back on the pillow. What was I thinking? Waking up this early he continued as he thought about the last two weeks. He had reached the age where he had to decide if he was going to continue on with his career, or become a Pokémon trainer.
He had always liked the idea, but was never comfortable enough to actually observe any Pokémon closely. His father went out to conquer this challenge shortly after his brother was born, so he never really knew him. Their mother was left to take care of them, and she was always apprehensive of their interacti
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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