Dark Heart (The Better Remake)
Dark HeartAnother shitty day at work. Geez, you'd think I'd be able to get a better job than a burger flipper. I have a degree in art, dammit! Why am I not making masterpieces!? Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I'm a terrible artist. I can't even do anything with an art degree. I could teach art but who wants to deal with children all day? Not me, that's for sure. I have better things to do with my time than teach a bunch of ungrateful ankle biters. Just my luck.As per usual, a man named Jonathon Greely was on his way home from a terrible day at work. He worked at the restaurant of a large fast food franchise, Mc. Machoke's. First thing that happened was he was chewed a new asshole by his boss for leaving a few lights on a night. It was apparently money that could be used for other things but he knew his boss was just a penny pincher who liked making more money than he put into the restaurant. Then he was put on the drive through window and got his ears blown out by some dumbass who didn't know that yelling into the mic wasn't necessary. Then he had to deal with someone who came in complaining her coffee was cold even though that wasn't his station. She had thrown it in his face and walked out angrier than when she came in.On his way home he had been splashed by a car going through a mud puddle. That had set him off too. It pissed him off how unlucky he could be sometimes. The youngsters that always trained their Rattatas on the side of the roads even laughed at him. Them and their crazy shorts. One of their Rattatas even bit him on the ass once. He punted that thing into the bushes.Jonathon Greely was tall and lanky. He stood at about six feet and weighed a good hundred and fifty pounds. He blamed his weight on his high metabolism because he ate like a freaking horse. A large, black workbag hung on one shoulder, his Mc. Machoke's uniform hung over the other on top of his green shirt. His legs were wrapped in thrift store jeans and his brown eyes shone under small circular framed glasses that perched on his angled nose. He had a sharp chin with slight stubble that he could never get to go away. If he shaved it off it was back the next day and it never grew to anything else. He would be considered attractive by most of the female population but because of his terrible job and people skills he was looked down
on and underestimated.As he passed the route where the youngsters trained their Pokemon he noticed that they weren't there. The rain must get on their legs from the grass or something. He grinned, being glad that he wore jeans all the time. He sometimes envied those small trainers. He had been too unfortunate to own a Pokemon and go on an adventure when he was little. His parents were so overprotective that they wanted him to wait until fifteen years of age for him to go out on his own. When he reached that age they still didn't want to go and scrambled for a reason as to why he couldn't, eventually coming up with a shitty reason that included money problems even though his first Pokemon was free and ready for him to use. That made him angry and he never got to go on an adventure during childhood.Now he was twenty four and climbing. He didn't have enough money for a Pokemon adventure now. The items and the gear would be far too expensive and he didn't just want to go out with nothing. he could get killed. Even the weakest Bidoof could wipe a human out in a matter of minutes. That's why humans teamed with Pokemon anyways. Besides, if he was going to catch a Pokemon he didn't want to end up with something weak like a Pidgey or a Patrat. He wanted something grand that he could use for a long time and that he could get to know. It has long since been proven that most small rodent or avian Pokemon didn't have much knowledge until they evolved. When he finally got to his small home he unlocked the door and stepped inside, throwing his uniform and workbag onto a leather couch resting in the living room. He himself collapsed next to his belongings, reaching for the remote for his television. Nothing special, just a cheap box that got the news channels. It passed the time at the least and kept him updated. He flicked the television on and watched whatever happened to be on."What happens when a man meets a Pokemon. A tragic rape scene. This is Linda Toneson with channel 35 here at the scene of the crime. A man by the name of Maxwell Hones
was caught just a few hours ago raping his Mightyena. He had the nerve, even to say his Pokemon raped him. More on this story at eleven. Back to you John.""Ha, ha, ha... how unbelievable. Alright then, next story. Good news for peanut lovers-"It was at this point that Jonathon switched off the television. More bullshit on trainers and regular people raping Pokemon. Pokephilia had been made a crime quite some time ago by their wad of a president and even today people were getting busted for it. It was idiotic! He had a friend who was in a very romantic relationship with his Infernape and unsurprising to him his friend was dragged off for getting caught 'raping' his Infernape. It was a crock of shit, that's what it was. He even got to talk to his Infernape a little afterwards and she was in tears. She had told him time and time again that she wasn't raped. That she wanted it the whole time and would never even think about turning him in. There was nothing that even remotely pointed to rape in the scenario and they still jailed him. People weren't allowed to have sex with Pokemon and that was that. No reasons, no compromises, no loopholes. To even be close to your Pokemon beyond friendship was to put yourself under suspicion. But Jonathon didn't need to worry about that, did he? No. He wasn't allowed to have a Pokemon until he moved out and even then he couldn't afford to feed or take care of one for very long! He wanted a Pokemon, of course, but subjecting it to the torture of having to skip meals, an owner that was away for long periods of time, and no other Pokemon company was not something he wanted to make a poor creature endure. Besides, Pokemon could hunt so they didn't need humans anyway. They still stay with them but they never really need to.When he
finally got bored of lying there in a depressed heap of person he stood up, grumbling and silently ranting about the bullcrap on the news. He walked into the almost nonexistent kitchen and began to put something together to eat. He worked at a fast food joint and would occasionally eat their food for lunch if he didn't bring any but that didn't mean he liked it in the slightest. Mc. Machoke food tasted like Satan's ass... but people still ate there. It surprised him to this day.Jonathon dug around through his cupboards and found a package of Top Ramen, chucking it in a bowl and throwing it in the microwave after adding what he needed. After he let it cook he took it out and plopped back down on his couch, flipping the T.V on again out of habit. He flipped through channels wildly, looking for something at least decent to watch."Tchh!- And he said "let there be light! And light was there, man." Tchh!- What did you do for the holidays, Greg? Well I just sat and ate a whole bowl of turkey stuffing! Tchh!- We're here with a top berry farmer, asking what he thinks of the berry shortage. What do you have to say, sir? The damned things just ain't growin'! Tchh!- and there were no survivors. Thhpbb..."After just a few seconds of exposure he just couldn't take the stupid anymore. He flipped the television off and began to eat his meal, hearing a small scratching at the door. He ignored it for a while but it got annoying before too long so he set the remainder of his meal aside and opened the door, looking out and seeing nothing until he looked down.It was a Glameow. He knew what they were because his neighbor owned a few of them and let them run rampant around her home. This one obviously didn't belong to her because if it did she'd be running down the street screaming in her old lady voice for this one to return to her. That and its fur was caked and coated with mud, dirt, and other such debris that the old lady wouldn't just leave on her Glameow for that long. It looked up at him with a face of desperation, letting out its
small cry."Erm... Hi there, Glameow. I don't have anything for you really, so you should probably just go. Go on, get. Ugh. I know you want to come in but I don't have very much in here that you can have. Go find your trainer or something. They must be worried."His speech had no effect on the Glameow. It just shook its head and meowed at him again. He sighed and sat there for a good fifteen minutes talking to it to try and get it to go away, getting replies in the form of meows, looks of disbelief, and sighs of disdain. After the period of fifteen minutes the Glameow crawled into his lap and sat there, unwilling to get up until he let it into the house. He tried to move but it hissed at him. This went on for another half an hour before he groaned and finally gave in, earning him a happy mewl and muddy paw prints on his already dirty rug.Jonathan followed the Glameow, gasping and sighing as it began to eat the rest of his ramen. He just let it eat the rest seeing as its dirty fur had been in it. He certainly wasn't going to eat it after that. That would be horrid! He took a long look at the Glameow before smiling. It really needed a bath. Cat-like Pokemon were known for hating baths but he would bathe it if it killed him. He picked the Glameow up, surprised it didn't object and carried it to the bathroom, setting it on the toilet. He sat in front of it and talked to it for a while."Ok, this is going to suck but you're really dirty. Look at yourself. You look like a fucking mess. Your coat is covered in dried up mud and debris. That means we need to bathe you, ok? I can't have you running around looking like this. You'll make everything a lot dirtier around here and trust me that's the last thing my home needs. I live like a damned college student. I promise I'll be careful just as long as you promise not to rip my eyes out, deal?"The Glameow looked at him with disinterest but nodded calmly, hopping off the toilet and into the bathtub without another meow. It looked up at him expectantly before meowing for him to start already, making
Jonathon nod and chuckle nervously, turning the water on and pulling the shower head down so he could reach all angles of the creature. When he first sprayed water on it, it yelped and dug its claws into his arm, causing him to sigh in pent up pain before removing the sharp needles from his arm."Hey... watch it, Sharp ass. That hurts, you know? It's just warm water. If you want this gunk out of your fur you're going to have to chill out, alright?"The Glameow looked up at him angrily fro a second before sighing and nodding, leaning into his hands. He brought the water up and began to wash all of the dirt out of her fur, the water turning a disgusting shade of brown almost instantly. He rubbed soap into her fur and it frothed up brown too. This was gonna take a while.So after three coats of soap, a half an hour of washing, a coat of conditioner for good measure, and fair share of impatient glares he finally got her fur to look clean. He turned the water off and hung the shower head where it went, taking Glameow out and laughing at the Pokemon's appearance. Now that it wasn't caked in mud he could tell she was female and she looked ridiculous with her fur plastered to her skin. It stuck up in random places making her look like a bed of spikes rather than a Pokemon. She glared at him and meowed in annoyance. "Alright, alright. I was just having a little laugh at your expense, don't get your fur in a knot. Come here and I'll dry you off. It won't dry out completely without time but when it does your fur will be soft and smooth in no time. Just like before you got all messy! Doesn't that sound nice?" He asked, rubbing the Glameow's body with a dry towel. When she was as dry as she could get she dashed out of his reach and straight back to the couch, meowing happily. He smiled and followed. "Ok. You can sleep here for a
little bit but I can't keep you here for long. I have next to no cash and can't afford a Pokemon. Just stay here. I'm going to bed, ok? I'll see you in the morning and we'll go on a walk or something when I get home from work." He gave her a small nod before waling to his room. Why had the Glameow come to him instead of the crazy Glameow lady? Was it the scent of food, perhaps? Maybe. Thoughts of the Glameow and the next day polluted his mind as he flopped down into bed, sighing to himself. He fell into a dreamless sleep that night...Well that was definitely the best thing I've put out in my opinion. This is Dark Heart redone to look better. I didn't quite like how the older chapters were done so I'm going to redo them all and see if that works. Plus I got a great idea from a friend of mine. I'll keep writing these at my own pace but until I get five or ten comments that are of a decent size this is all you get. I'll keep writing but you won't see what I've written until I get some feedback. I really want to see what People think of my work. If you have something good to say, say it. I like things like that. If you've got something bad to say, sure that'll be read too. I just want something! Hee, hee. If you have any requests just PM me and we'll get talking. Until next time!