My previous fic is pretty much failing since it's in the non-pokemon section, so I decided to start a new pokemon fic. I'm hoping it will get a lot of attention, so I'm paying careful attention to writing quality. Please enjoy it and read through it, even if some parts seem a little long.
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There are lots of chapters, so here's a nice compact spoiler to save space on my OP:
Spoiler:- Chapter List:
These are the current pokemon owned by the main characters. Be warned as they may contain spoilers for any chapters that you may not have read.
Spoiler:- Character Teams:
bob517; GuardChomp; Treecko's awesomeness; Vali; DarknessInZero
PG. Absolutely no swearing, since that's against my nature. There may be some violence, but nothing major and probably no blood. However, people will be hit in the crotch sometimes.
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Chapter I: Kenny’s Choice
He could feel a throbbing pain in his head. The kid was barely fifteen years old and in great shape, but that didn’t keep the men in black clothing from knocking him out. Unfortunately, that’s all he could even remember. He didn’t know where he was at all. Once he regained his vision, he could see that he was in a completely empty room. There was absolutely nothing in the room except the comfortable recliner that he was apparently placed in, a metal door, and an orange television. Fortunately, the pain in his head was going down and he could get out of the chair comfortably.
Once he stood up, a mechanical whirring came from somewhere in the room. The boy glanced around and spotted a video camera mounted on the ceiling. It was trained on him. He tried taking a step forward, and the camera followed his movements. Knowing he was being watched, he avoided his gut instinct to go examine the door in hopes of leaving the small cubicle of a room. Instead, he went back to the recliner and made himself comfortable.
Without warning, the television screen turned itself on. The boy looked over to see what was going on. On the screen, there was a man that he didn’t recognize. The man was wearing a black pinstripe jacket with a purple-collared shirt underneath. He had a very unusual white bowtie with red markings, almost like a pair of eyes.
“Hello, Kenneth,” the man stated calmly, smiling. The boy was somewhat surprised that the man knew his name. Kenneth wasn’t known for being the most popular kid at his school, outside of pokemon battles, of course. He wouldn’t have guessed that anyone knew his name.
Being sure not to sound rude, Kenneth replied, “Hello, sir. You can just call me Kenny if you like.”
The man smiled at Kenny. “Of course, Kenny. I’d just like to talk to you about something.”
“Certainly,” replied Kenny, somewhat anxiously. Had he done something wrong?
The man spoke up. “We’ve heard all about you at school. You’re a rather popular kid there, aren’t you? We’ve seen the way you battle with the other kids, and never fail to pull off a spectacular victory.”
That was very true, Kenny thought. Often, the kids in Kenny’s high school would meet after school to have pokemon battles with each other. They each brought a pokemon with them and carried it in a poke ball on their belts through the school day, eager to take them out after school. Many of the kids at school chose not to carry pokemon with them, probably because their parents didn’t allow them to or they “had better things to do” as they often said. Kenny’s best friends stayed behind and battled with each other just for fun. They often told each other about how they would register for the regional league once they were done with high school. However, among the kids that gathered after hours, Kenny was undoubtedly the best battler.
Among the kids that gathered after hours, Kenny was undoubtedly the best. A long time ago, when he was only five years old, he received a birthday present that would change his life. When he unwrapped the present and opened the box, there was nothing inside but a lone poke ball, laden with pure gold. Excited as ever, the young Kenny pressed the button on the poke ball and it opened up. A red beam of energy emerged from it and formed the shape of a creature. The pokemon’s body then showed itself in full. The pokemon was orange with some white markings along the bottom of its body, with a head that was gargantuan in comparison to its body. However, Kenny recognized this pokemon from his picture books. It was called Trapinch.
At school, Kenny was the one who always emerged victorious in pokemon battles. His Trapinch was a natural when it came to battling. No matter what the size of its enemy, it never hesitated to bear down on the opposing pokemon with its colossal jaws. In some cases, one bite was all it took to win the battle. None of the other trainers could compete with the power of Kenny’s incredible Trapinch.
“That’s very true,” Kenny boasted, trying his best not to sound arrogant. “I try to be modest about it, but I’m the best battler at my school. It’s not me, it’s my pokemon. It’s just so amazing at battling, I’m lucky I even got to meet it.”
A smug grin came across the face of the man on the television screen. “That’s just excellent, Kenny,” he said ominously. “You see, I’m searching for talented fighters, and you seem to be an excellent candidate. Would you be interested in working with me?”
Kenny pondered for a minute. He wasn’t feeling very gracious at the moment, considering the manner by which he was brought here. “It depends,” he finally said. “What kind of work do you plan on giving me?”
The man on the screen gave a short sigh. “Questions, questions, questions… Well, if you must know, I’m the leader of a group called Team Nova. I always have things that I need to be done, so I need to hire people to do my work for me. Often, it’s important that they have some skill in battle so that others don’t get in the way. So, I ask again. Would you be interested in working with Team Nova?”
Kenny wasn’t very fond of the idea. “Why would people get in the way? What kind of work are you doing anyway?”
A solemn look came upon the man’s face. “I’m afraid I can’t go into any more detail until you’ve made up your mind. Do you plan on joining or not?”
Kenny just wanted to get out of here. The man spoke up again. “You don’t have much of a choice, you know. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re locked in that room and you can’t escape.” The man grinned again. “Just say yes, and we’ll work out everything for you.”
Kenny finally decided that there was no reason to be polite any more. After some thought, he made his decision. “No,” he stated flatly. “I refuse to join. I just want to go home.”
The man on the screen clearly was not pleased with Kenny’s choice. His smiling expression quickly faded, and was replaced with an irritated look. “In that case,” he fumed, “you’ll be detained here until you decide to join. Refusal is not an option here, Kenny, as you can see. If that’s your last word on the subject, then good day.”
With that, the TV screen turned off, leaving Kenny all alone. He had nothing to do but slump back at the recliner. He glanced up toward the ceiling, looking straight at the camera that was watching him. Kenny stood up out of the chair and the camera followed his movement. Ignoring it for the moment, Kenny sauntered over to the lone door that led out of this room. He tested the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge an inch. He scanned the area for some sort of locking mechanism, but there was absolutely nothing there but a blank metal panel on the door frame. It looked as if there were something on the other side, like maybe a combination lock to the door. However, there was no way to open it up.
A noise came from behind. Thinking he was alone in the room, Kenny was naturally surprised. He turned his body at a seemingly impossible speed and looked at what was behind him. There was something floating in the air right in the middle of the room. It was a small, orange ball with a little smiling face and a spike protruding from the top of its head. Its body was surrounded by a blue light. Two blue lightning-shaped appendages came from the sides of its body. Oddly enough, the TV that Kenny was watching was no longer orange, but jet black like a normal TV.
“Hey, wait a second…” mused Kenny over this little orange and blue ball. “I know what you are. I’ve read about you. You’re a Rotom, right?”
“Ro-tom Tom,” replied the Rotom.
“So,” continued Kenny, “you were hiding inside the TV? That was brilliant. I never would have guessed. I’ve hear about how you can infiltrate electronic devices.”
Rotom nodded in approval. A figurative light bulb appeared over Kenny’s head as he glanced back over at the metal panel next to the door, then looked back at Rotom. “Say, Rotom…” he said cleverly, pointing at the panel, “is that thing electric?”
“Ro ro rotom,” said the Rotom, making a shrugging motion with his electric appendages. Without another word, it levitated over to the aforementioned piece of metal. Moving slowly, its body seemed to melt into the panel as the Rotom entered the device. Kenny waited a second and put his ear to the door when he heard something. Some electronics beeps of different tones were sounding from the other side of the door. Suddenly, a click and a whir of pneumatic energy indicated that the door was unlocked.
Grasping the metal doorknob, Kenny twisted it and the massive metal door started to move inward. It opened up, revealing a hallway resembling the room he was currently in. Kenny stepped out and saw Rotom sitting proudly out in the hall. On the other side of that metal panel was a combination lock, just like he guessed. It was now unlocked.
“Great job, Rotom,” praised Kenny. Rotom was very pleased with itself. Without another word, it started to float away down the hall. “Wait!” called Kenny, but Rotom just went around a corner and it was no longer seen.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard down the hall. Kenny looked, but didn’t see anyone. He decided that the safest choice was to duck back in his room and wait for the person to walk by, so he closed the metal door. The footsteps passed him by. Apparently, whoever was walking by didn’t notice the combination lock, which clearly read “OPEN” on its display. Kenny cracked the door open and looked out, only to find that no one was there any more. He stepped out and decided to explore the area that he was in.
Behind him, the camera in his room focused on his movement until he was out of sight.