So... yeah. My first real fic. An outline of the fic can be found here. So, I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing this.
Rated PG-13 for potential violence and profanity, as well as dark themes
Spoiler:- PM LIST:
Chapter 1- The Chapter With no Name Because It's Just Mysterious Like That
Red stood there, staring into the darkness. It was such an empty feeling… he could see only the faint outline of the slow water and some green glows off in the distance. That wasn’t what he was after though. He was after something more… magnificent. Something more practical to own, and that would bring much fame.
Sure, the crystals were nice and all, and would most likely generate quite a bit of interest, but not enough. He wanted something else. Something to prove his worthiness of being a Pokemon master. He noticed a small steel canoe, presumably there to cross the river to his final challenge’s domain.
Pika, his ever faithful Pikachu, gently pawed his leg, as if to say, “Go on. You can do it!” He glanced down at the small electrical rodent. Its cheeks were positively buzing with excitement. And an actual buzz. He feared that if he didn’t release his power soon, he would explode. And Red most certainly did NOT want to clean Pikachu off the walls, not again.
And with that, he got in the small canoe he had found and sailed off.
The canoe was not built for comfort. It was metal, and the water was freezing cold. So the canoe was freezing cold. With that logic, Red soon became freezing cold. Luckily, the water was still and dark, so it required very little effort on his part to row the small boat. He feared that his companion would release a small jolt out of pure anticipation, which wasn’t good to begin with. When you remembered that his canoe was a great conductor for electricity, as was the water, he started fearing for his safety.
Red usually wasn’t one to fear anything, but he was fighting what many considered the strongest Pokemon ever. It had been considered by many as a god, up until about four years ago, when an actual god was discovered. His target still had much strength and was revered by many in the Pokemon collector community- or PCC as they shortened it to.
After what seemed like hours, the canoe thunked into the craggy coast of the other side. Red tentatively climbed out and stretched his legs. It felt wonderful. The second thing he noticed was that it was unusually warm here, even though it was so deep underground. He realized that the crystals producing the mysterious glow from earlier must’ve also worked as a heat source. Red was relieved. If he had to fight in less than ideal conditions, he wouldn’t think straight.
After looking around, he realized it was far too dark to see, even with the crystals. The absolute power of darkness, he thought. It was amazingly overwhelming. It took him no hesitation to send out his loyal Charizard.
“Charizard, Flamethrower!” he called out. The dragon was more than happy to oblige. A long beam of flames instantly shot out of his mouth, illuminating a long path ending in what seemed to be a pedestal. It was like no other material; shiny, blue, and reflecting the light in millions of colours around the chamber.
And that’s when he saw it.
A small, purple, shapeless thing rested on the center of the pedestal, clearly frustrated but deep in thought. It flicked its tail ever so often out of pure anger. He had never seen something so agitated yet so absorbed in its meditation. It was just as he expected- the most powerful Psychic type Pokemon. Of course it would be in meditation.
He charged forward, covering half the distance of the hall in just a few minutes, Charizrd flying behind him. Then he noticed that there was something unexpected about the creature. It seemed to be a muscular, purple cat. Slightly disturbed, he slowed down as he finally reached the pedestal. One of its eyes shot open, realizing what had happened. Someone was approaching it. Clearly it was not prepared for this. But he seemed ready enough; though Red couldn’t help but notice that he kept glancing behind it, as if anticipating something. Seeing that nothing was happening, it went into full panic mode. It made this high pitched screaming noise. Red felt his body having no weight, then feeling impossibly heavy. He saw waves of purple and red dancing across the sides of the cavern. After many minutes of impossible distortions like this, he was knocked unconscious.
So, yeah. Hope you liked it. Comments and criticism are much appreciated.