User:.Moss/Fanfictions/Spark's Issues

A story of Spark's past life, Enjoy!

Chapter 1
"DAMN IT! IT'S A GIRL!" Samurott looked pissed. Raichu shot him an angry look. "No, you dumbass, did you forget there was a second?" She glared at her husband. Samurott folded his front paws together. "Dear God, please let the second be a boy, please let the second be a boy..." Raichu, who was extremely mad, slapped him. The doctor, a Blissy, came out with two children, a Pichu and an Oshawott.

"The Pichu is a girl, and the Oshawott is a boy." she announced. Samurott pumped his fists in the air. "YES! WE OUTDID THE POKEMON BREEDING RULE!" he did a little jig. Raichu sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just hand me the kids." The Blissey gave her the twins, who weren't really twins at all, actually.

"I want the Pichu to be Spark." Raichu said fast, not waiting for Samurott to open his mouth. "Fine, we'll name the Oshawott Josh, after my Great Uncle Joshawott." Historic music played suddenly in the Pokemon Center, awkwardly. "Didn't he evolve?" Raichu raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, but everyone still calls him Joshawott. Hehe, trolls." Samurott did a troll face. Raichu did a face palm.

Chapter 2
Spark squirmed as Raichu fiddled with her hair. "Don't ou look nice?" Raichu beamed as she looked at Soark in the mirror. Her unusually long hair on her head was pulled aside, and a large bow was ontop. Spark took off the bow and chewed it. "Hey! Put that down!" Raichu scolded. While she was blabbing her mouth, Spark fixed her hair so it was hanging in her eyes again. Raichu sighed. "I give up!" she said before storming out of the bathroom. Spark did a troll face and went into the living room.

"Dad! Play catch with me!" Josh nudged Samurott, a football in his hands. "Not now, son. I'm playing Black Ops, and I almost have fifty kills." Samurott's tongue hung out of his mouth as he focused really hard. Josh climbed up on the couch next to him. "Can I play?" He said after Samurott died in his game. "Fine, but if you fail, don't cry to me." Samurott sank back into the couch and scratched his mustache. Josh nudged him. "Quit doing that, it's gross." Samurott rolled his eyes. Raichu gave him a dirty look.

Surprisingly, Josh was a master at Black Ops. "I wanna play!" Spark said as she came over. Raichu flipped Samurott off. "What? My kids wanna play Black Ops." he shrugged. Raichu gritted her teeth. Spark was even better at Black Ops than Josh was, getting 138 kills, when Josh had only 112. The whole family's mouth fell open. Spark did a little jig. "Samurott. Kitchen. NOW." she growled. She made Spark and Josh go to bed.

Raichu and Samurott argued about Samurott letting his kids play Black Ops when they were only four years old. "Samurott! I thought you were better than this!" Raichu yelled at him. "What? So, my kids wanna play Call of Duty..." "That gives no excuse to let four year olds play it." Raichu hissed. "And I also have to note that I don't think cussing in front of the children is appropriate, either." She crossed her arms. "Don't give me that shit, Raichu! I'm a grown man, I can say whatever the fuck I want." Samurott swore at his wife. "And ever since the kids were born, you never gave me any love, it was all about the kids,kids,kids." he muttered. "That's how a parents life should be, Samurott. And your obviously not a good parent. We're done." Raichu ripped off her wedding ring and threw it at Samurott before storming away.

Meanwhile, in the twin's bedroom, Spark was crying into her pillow, not sure what to do.