Chapter 14: Let The Flashback Play
Jack felt thrilled as he followed Miror B. and the rest of the group over to the radar screens, where Miror B. was now searching for any sign of the Chapter Title Guy. Finally, payback was imminent. Defeating the Chapter Title Guy once and for all would constitute a real blow against Missingno. Master, and-
"OH, SHUT UP ALREADY!" Jack roared in all caps, rudely interrupting the handsome, sexy, and unbelievably intelligent narra- no, no, no! Serperior, no! I said no-woah-woah-woahwoahwoahwoahwoah- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-THUD
"Owie," groaned the narrator once Serperior's Leaf Tornado attack sent him crashing into the ceiling. Barely two seconds later, his body peeled off aforementioned ceiling and fell to the floor.
"You had it coming, you big baby," Jack said matter-of-factly. Serperior hissed in agreement.
"Double owie," the narrator whined as he climbed back to his feet and withdrew Serperior. "And what's gotten you all worked up, sir?"
"Hmm," Jack replied sarcastically. "Could it maybe be the fact that, oh, I dunno, we've been at this FOR SEVEN HOURS with NO sign of the Chapter Friggin' Title Guy whatsoever?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"Take it easy, there, Jack," Miror B. stated, still staring intently at various screens. "The internet is oh-so huge."
"Just find him quickly, Miror," Jack snapped. "I can't wait till we-"
"OH, NO, NO, NO, YOU DID NOT!" exclaimed Miror B. suddenly, in all caps, and in an unnaturally high pitched voice. A stunned silence followed this unexpected outburst. After a moment, Miror B. seemed to calm down. "Um... Oh. Sorry about that," he muttered. He wheeled back around and resumed his examining of the radar screens.
"Woah, woah, woah. Wait one fricking minute!" Jack yelled. "What the hell was THAT?!"
"Nothing, nothing," Miror B. replied, a little too airily.
"I rather doubt that, Miror B.," the narrator added. "You seemed to react rather strongly to what appeared to be nothing whatsoever."
In response, Miror B. gave a deep sigh, and turned around.
"Only one other person in the entire universe has ever called me just 'Miror', without the 'B.'," Miror B. explained. "My father."
"I smell a flashback coming on," Jack stated.
"Want me to narrate the flashback for you?" the narrator asked.
"Very much so, thanks," Miror B. replied.
It was a beautiful day. While most of the Orre Region consisted of a barren desert landscape, devoid of any wild Pokémon save for several Trapinch and Sandshrew and the occasional Skarmory, Gateon Port was different. Right on the sea, it was a noticeably cooler place, almost always with a cloudless sky, bright sunshine, and the occasional flock of Wingull taking dumps on the heads of local sailors.
Leaving this lovely scene fast was a highly polished yacht, with a young boy near the stern, looking back with a sigh. The yacht he was on, he knew, was headed straight for Citadark Island, a desolate volcanic island in the middle of nowhere. This boy wore a yellow t-shirt haphazardly decorated with fake gold sequins, and a pair of blue jeans. His hair, cut very short, was rather peculiar; on the right side of his head, it was white, and on the left, red. As this young Miror B. continued to watch the speedily shrinking sight of Gateon Port, two teenage boys came up behind him. These boys were identical in appearance, with the exception of their shoulder-length hair; one of them had dark blue hair, and the other was a redhead. Both of them wore odd robelike clothing to match their hair color.
"Hey, bro, come on!" exclaimed one of the boys, the one with the red hair. "Dad wants to see you at the helm now!"
"What about, Eldes?" Miror B. sighed, turning to face his brothers.
"He said something about giving you your first Pokémon," the blue-haired youth said.
"What are you talking about, Ardos? I already have my first Pokémon!" Miror B. exclaimed indignantly, taking a Poké Ball out of his pocket.
Ardos and Eldes looked at each other and promptly burst into laughter.
"What... you mean that wimpy Lotad?" chortled Eldes.
"That thing is so stupid!" chuckled Ardos. "You only managed to catch it because you dropped a Poké Ball and it just walked into it!"
"Besides," Eldes continued, now regaining his composure, "All a Lotad's gonna become is that dancing freak thing, Ludicolo. Dad wants you to have a real Pokémon, like a Deino or something."
"Yeah," Ardos added. "My Abra's gonna become an insanely powerful Alakazam some day, and Eldes's Trapinch is gonna be a tough Flygon. Ludicolo are only good for dancing."
"I told you guys," Miror B. sighed, "I don't care about how strong it's gonna be! I wanna be a dancer when I grow up!"
"You know how Dad is about that," Eldes sighed, betraying a hint of impatience. "He wants you to go into the family business and become part of Cipher."
"I refuse!" Miror B. declared loudly, frightening off a flock of Ducklett that had been drifting lazily nearby in the sea.
"Miror! Get over here now!" came a loud voice from inside the boat. Sighing, Miror B. started walking. His older brothers exchanged grins and followed.
It didn't take Miror B. long to reach the helm, at which stood a very short balding man dressed in gaudy purple robes. Without taking his eyes off the sea before him, he said, "It's about time, Miror."
"It's Miror B., dad," Miror B. replied. "My name is Miror B."
"Screw the 'B.'!" roared the man. "I, the great Greevil, Grand Master of Cipher, will not have a son of mine tacking such a ridiculous and unnecessary initial to the end of his name! Son, I've summoned you here today because once we reach Citadark Island, I will give you your first Pokémon."
"But I already have-" Miror B. protested.
"-a Lotad," interrupted Greevil. "I've been through this with you before, Miror. Lotad are worthless. Ludicolo are only good for dancing, and no member of Cipher will be seen with anything less than the utmost in powerful Pokémon!"
"Shadow Pokémon, you mean," sniffed Miror B. in tones of obvious disgust. "You just want us to have soulless fighting machines."
"Now you're getting it!" Greevil exclaimed happily. Our plans for world domination rely completely on our Pokémon. But we can't afford to have our plans thwarted by things so trivial as emotions. Shadow Pokémon only feel the urge to battle. They do not feel guilty about attacking humans.
"And I don't wanna be in Cipher!" added Miror B. "I want to be a dancer!" At this, Greevil slowly turned around, his hideous face and crazed eyes fixed on his youngest son.
"You will be in Cipher," Greevil said in a quiet yet menacing tone. "You will release that accursed Lotad of yours and accept the Bonsly I'm going to give you. And once it evolves into Sudowoodo we will make it into a Shadow Pokémon. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"...yes, dad," Miror B. sniveled, clearly on the verge of tears.
"You may go," Greevil stated. Miror B. didn't need to be told twice, and ran as fast as he could.
"Nice work, dad," Ardos grinned. "Little bro just needs to get past this dancer crap."
"Thank you, Ardos," Greevil smiled. "But what have I said about calling me 'dad'?"
"Oh- right. Master Greevil, I mean," Ardos amended, eliciting another smile from his father.
Miror B. was in tears, meanwhile, as he sat on the floor in a small storage closet.
"Why?" he sniveled to himself. "Why can't dad just let me do what I want to do? I don't wanna release Lotad!"
At this, he angrily punched the wall with his right hand, shaking some of the more unsteady shelves. A small, clear, plastic bottle filled with a colorless liquid fell off of one of the shelves and hit Miror B. in the head.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. He grabbed the bottle and made to put it back on its shelf, but then stopped to read the label.
"'Hammerspace Gel- turn any backpack into a hammerspace pack!'" Miror B. read out loud. "'Apply a thin coat to the inside of any backpack, bag, box, or other container, and watch as it becomes a portable storage unit for even the largest items! Kitchen appliances, giant wooden catapults, Poké Balls- storing all of that and more becomes a breeze! All while the container remains weightless, for easy transportation!'"
Slowly, a smile crept across Miror B.'s face. He unscrewed the top off of the bottle, and poured liberal quantities of the gel into his hair. Once he had worked it in and wiped the excess off on the insides of a nearby paper bag, he took Lotad's Poké Ball and placed it on top of his head.
It disappeared. Now grinning widely, Miror B. plunged his hand into his hair, and found he could reach deep inside what appeared to be nothing. Upon confirming that the Poké Ball was indeed in there, he walked back to the helm.
"All right, dad," he sighed. "I released Lotad."
"Good, good," nodded Greevil. "And call me Master Greevil, won't you, Miror?!"
"...wow," the narrator murmured. "I never knew."
"So that's why your afro can hold pretty much everything in existence?" Jack demanded.
"Yep," Miror B. nodded. "So Greevil gave me Bonsly, and years down the line I evolved it into Sudowoodo, and true to his word, as soon as the evolution was done, they took it away and turned it into a Shadow Pokémon. And then that Wes fellow went ahead and snagged it on me."
"Snagged?" asked Misty.
"Yeah, Cipher had developed this thing called a Snag Machine," explained Miror B. "They were working alongside Orre's local gang of Pokémon thieves, Team Snagem. More or less like Team Rocket, just more inept."
"Is that even possible?" asked Jack.
"You'd be surprised," Miror B. chuckled. "They developed the Snag Machine for them, and in return, Snagem members swiped trainers' Pokémon and gave them to Cipher to make into Shadow Pokémon.
"Hey, just one minute here," Jack said, now starting to grin. "That's not a bad idea!"
"What?" asked Cheeseball.
"A Snag Machine!" Jack exclaimed. "We don't have to defeat the Chapter Title Guy's Mudkip! We can just steal it!"
"Are you out of your mind, sir?!" exclaimed the narrator. "Stealing another trainer's Pokémon is the height of dishonor!"
"No, I believe killing another trainer's Pokémon is the height of dishonor," Miror B. retorted. "The Chapter Title Guy killed my precious Ludicolo!"
"Yeah, but it got better," Jack replied.
"It's the principle of the matter. That particular Ludicolo just happened to be the very same Lotad that was my starter Pokémon," Miror B. stated. "I'm so liking Jack's idea here."
"I do admit," the narrator shrugged, "I would like to see the look on the Chapter Title Guy's face once one of us steals his Mudkip."
"Yeah," grinned Jack. "He'd freak."
"I'm liking the sound of this plan," Cheeseball stated. "From what I've heard of the Chapter Title Guy, he's nine kinds of crazy."
"So are we all in agreement?" asked Miror B.
"I agree," Misty nodded.
"No argument here," Cheeseball stated.
"As it's my idea, of freaking course I agree!" Jack declared.
"I'm in," the narrator said."
"Then it's settled," Miror B. stated. "Which leaves us only one question... How do we build a Snag Machine?"
Jack facepalmed. Cheeseball, however, spoke up.
"Akshun Reeplae," he stated. "Chapter 57."
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Jack's Pokédex said. "Jack's been using that book for how many chapters now?"
"Don't feel bad, sweetie," said Misty's Pokédex. "Cheeseball's probably had it a lot longer than Jack."
"Yeah, I had it for a couple of years or so," Cheeseball replied as Jack hoisted "Obtaining Grossly Underleveled Evolved Pokémon For Fun And Profit" out of his backpack and handing it to Miror B.
"Anyone else think the title of the book is a tad misleading?" Jack asked. "It implies that it's all about getting underleveled evolved Pokémon, but it's so much more."
"Why did he give you a Bonsly, though?" wondered Jack's Pokédex out loud. "I mean, Sudowoodo has wonderful attack power, but its Speed lets it down somewhat. Not exactly the strongest out there."
"I never was his favorite," Miror B. shrugged.
"So you never really wanted to be a villain," the narrator said.
"Nope," Miror B. replied. "Joined Cipher just to get Greevil off my back. I quit later on, but kept working with Trudly and Folly. We were, for a short time, a trio of Pokémon thieves. Some thieves we were. All I ever succeeded in swiping were a Voltorb, a Nosepass, and a Dragonite. All of them Shadow Pokémon."
"Hold up, there!" Jack exclaimed. "Voltorb? Nosepass? Dragonite?! Where were these during all the battles we've been through?!"
"They all got Snagged, Jack," Miror B. responded. "Some little kid by the name of Michael Snagged them all from me."
"I thought it was Wes who had the Snag Machine?" the narrator inquired.
"Haven't you played Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness?" Miror B. asked. "Anyway, after all that, I got a dancing gig at my old hometown of Gateon Port. That lasted a few months, then Missingno. Master hired me for The Adventure of Adventureness to stop you and Jack. Then, after you died, Yucky, that was the last straw. I didn't want to do this villainy thing anymore."
"Please stop calling me that," groaned the narrator.
"Wait a minute," Cheeseball said to the narrator. "You died?"
The narrator shrugged. "I got better."
"Chapter ten of The Adventure of Adventureness, Cheeseball," Jack said impatiently. "Ring a bell?"
"Oh, yeah..." Cheeseball nodded. "Forgot about that."
"How touching," the narrator remarked dryly. "Nice to know how the death of a protagonist can so deeply move others."
Cheeseball shrugged. "You got better."
End of Chapter 14.
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