The Makings of Legend

[Android 17]

Squirtle fixed the sunglasses one more time and started toward the enormous structure. Formed from some type of strange, dull material, it stood as a symbol of human expansion and urbanization. The Tiny Turtle frowned at the building and wished he had the strength to tear it down with his bare hands. Unfortunately, he was barely half a foot tall, and the house stood as a bastion of humanity?s dominance over Earth. Soon Squirtle would be strong enough to plow through such a pitiful structure and make way for the planet to return to its true, primal roots.

The Pok?mon spat a tiny squirt of water at the base of the abode and quickly rushed around it to avoid any retaliation from its villainous, human occupants. As the azure reptile clumsily ran away from the structure, he was startled by the sudden presence of a massive, red monster in front of him. Hitting the side of the beast, the turtle was knocked onto his carapace and temporarily dazed. Looking up at the sky, Squirtle saw one of them?a human. Her diminished size indicated that she was possibly an infantile version of her oppressive species.

Before the Tiny Turtle had an opportunity to react, the creature reached down with one of her massive, dirty hands and began to lift the Pok?mon off the ground and away from freedom. Squirtle tried to squirm, attempted to scratch and bite at the monstrosities oppressive hand, but his claws and teeth were far too underdeveloped to do damage to her battle hardened flesh. It only took a matter of seconds for the amphibious superstar to be successfully kidnapped and taken inside the confines of the cretin?s dwelling. Squirtle cried out as the door slammed shut.

The prisoner was thoroughly enraged at losing his new sunglasses, but he soon realized he was in real danger. Squirtle could now hear the human?s conversing with one another?probably reveling in how they had captured him. The blue-skinned reptile fidgeted, but he failed to escape the vice-like grip of the toddler. Even worse, the Tiny Turtle couldn?t understand what they were plotting. That feeling of helplessness truly vexed the amphibious superstar, who made a promise to himself to learn the language of the human?s if he ever escaped from this demonic citadel alive.

Unfortunately, the situation was about to take a turn from the horrid to the completely and utterly bleak. The small monster was on the move once more, but this time she stopped for a moment in front of what Squirtle identified as some type of flat surface for placing garments. With her free hand, the small human cleared a region and dropped some type of clear, topless object upon the white surface. Then the turtle was moving once more, and before he could protest, he had already been dropped into the tiny box.

That?s when the horrible realization emerged: This diminutive Homo sapiens intended to imprison Squirtle! The Tiny Turtle understood that he needed to react quickly or else he was never going to see the light of day again. Turning his head down toward the bottom of the prison, the Pok?mon unleashed to small torrent of water. The pressure launched him out of the cell and up into the mound of clothes that child had shifted around.

Ignoring the squeak of surprise that escaped the lips of the toddler, Squirtle dove through the loose mounds of clothing and fought his way down until he could no longer hear the whimpers. After another moment or so, the azure turtle emerged from the pile of clothes near an open gateway to the outdoors. Feeling a new wave of glee rush over his miniscule frame, the Pok?mon lunged at the exit, but instead of freedom, he was greeted with some type of barely visible barrier.

Falling backwards, Squirtle shot up his pudgy appendages, grasping an extended ledge that overlooked a long drop to the floor. Grunting, the amphibious superstar pulled himself up onto the outlook and glared at the crisscrossed ropes that prevented what could have been a flawless escape. The sounds of footsteps encroaching upon his current position indicated that Squirtle had to do or die. Bending at the knees, he lowered his head and rushed forward. An inch or so before the barrier, he jumped up and withdrew into his shell.

The inflexible wires caved when put up against the dense shell of Squirtle, and a moment later, the Tiny Turtle crashed into a soft bed composed of dirt and sticks. Looking around, the azure reptile quickly realized he had landed in the den of some type of oviparous animal. Evacuating the nest, the blue-skinned Pok?mon slowly started his descent down the relatively small tree. When he finally reached the soft, lush grass once again, he fell to his knees and smiled. Before departing the yard of what could have been his jailors, he retrieved his sunglasses. Then he quickly fled to the relative safety of a nearby patch of trees.