@SA: Thanks, I really do like Missingno. I thought about it, and they all seemed like outcasts.
@charizarddude: Yup, I was hoping someone would catch that reference. I hope that isn't how they actually turned out. And even the Duskull was based on a real-life event. My friend's sister caught a male Duskull in Platinum, and named "Delores" without checking its gender. Her brother released it overnight.
@Zibdas: PM list huh? Sure, you're added.
This is one that the world didn't want posted, so it stalled me with whatever it could. Luckily, I defeated it and am able to post this. This is one that was originally going to involve a slicer and a whole lot of cherry juice, but I changed that since the rating is PG. I do like how it came out. Oh, and Krazy95(who also requested Latias/Latios) asked for Mamoswine/Rattata, so on the list it goes.
I need your opinions. Should I count Missingno. in totals, like in my sig(making it not whatever/649, whatever/650)?
Soon: Serperior/Dunsparce, Spiritomb/Blissey, Mamoswine/Rattata
As far as anyone knew, Happy Time Ice Cream was a perfect business. They sold hundreds of flavours of ice cream, the freshest kind. They promised one hundred percent satisfaction or their money back. And people never asked for their money back. The ice cream was perfectly smooth and tasty, sweet and delicious. And their toppings were farm fresh. There were nuts, gummy Ursaring, cookie crumbs-you name it. But the most popular toppings were always the Cherubi balls.
Little did the populace know, they had the worst way of getting the product.
For behind those glossy white doors was a terrible place. Innocent Cherubi were enslaved here for their profit. Only employees knew about the secret; the people never really wondered. The people would do anything to get Cherubi. Though sometimes they went on excursions to Floaroma Town, the main way was breeding. They forced anyone to breed: siblings, old couples, even parent and child. Then, as soon as the egg was created, they put it in a special incubator that made it hatch immediately. They waited for two days to get it to maturity, and then pulled off its nutrient ball. And they forced it to breed to make more and more Cherubi. When the Cherubi refused to mate, they brought it to the Slicer. None of the them ever returned.
You’d think, what if they evolved into Cherrim? Then they could refuse, and they wouldn’t allegedly become a topping. But they made sure that didn’t happen. For whatever reason, none of their Cherubi ever evolved. They had theories that it was due to the removal of the nutrients, but most just believed it was due to lack of battle. But they didn’t complain. It was a threat to the Pokémon. Sure, it was heartless. Sure, it was evil. Sure, it was a sin. Did they care? I don’t think so.
One sunny day, Chester was soaking up rays. His bright pink body glistened from the water that remained from the sprinklers. He was waiting to go to the “room,” to breed with some random chick. It was disturbing at first, but then it became part of his daily routine. He still shuddered at the thought of being put in there with Amelia, but any other girl, he’d be fine with. Here, these ice cream people had demoted them down to near robots. Right now, he could be up in the trees with the Combee and the Burmy, but instead he was here with a bunch of other of his species. He thought back to the day he was captured, the net being thrown over him and his peers, brought back here, and their nutrients painfully plucked off. He had been planning an escape, and today would be the day he’d do it. Just a few more minutes.
Suddenly, the two new Cherubi stepped out, looking dazed. He was after the next couple. So he sat and waited. A few minutes later, a new egg was made and hatched. The baby was taken away, to either be raised to maturity, or be immediately served with whipped cream if it chose to disagree. He’d had many children who ended up that way. He supposed his rebellious nature was passed onto them. He had to wait until he was called in. Then, his plan would begin. For now, he had to be patient.
Then, he was called. He smirked, and made his way toward the “room.” He was slowly charging energy. Finally, he stepped into the “room.” And it subsequently blew up. He had released a powerful SolarBeam, blasting him back. It wasn’t long before the ice cream people noticed, and started yelling for backup and sending out their Houndour after him. He blew himself over the fence, but suddenly ran out of power for SolarBeam. He was forced to run. And with his tiny, stubby legs, running was not the easiest thing in the world. The Houndour were also fast, and were chasing him and nipping at him. He heard the ice cream man scream that when he caught him, he’d be on the menu next. He cursed him out under his breath, but had to continue running.
The rest of the Cherubi had noticed their struggling comrade. They had all gathered at the fence, and decided they needed to help. They all began charging their energy, and all launched a simultaneous SolarBeam. It struck Chester and propelled him forward, much faster than any of the Houndour could run. When he was blown into a forest, the dogs gave up their chase and retreated.
Eventually, the SolarBeam died down. The Houndour had given up chase, permitting him a time of rest. It had been an eventful day, after all. He found a suitable leaf, and curled up for the night. He did have to drive away a few Zubat who tried to eat him, but eventually he claimed his territory. Tomorrow would be part two of the plan.
The humans weren’t exactly sure why the Cherubi never evolved, but he was. The ball on their heads had vital nutrients that allowed them to evolve. Without them, they couldn’t muster enough power to turn into Cherrim. There was some sort of chemical inside that most Pokémon had, that released a mad amount of energy to their bodies. So much, in fact, that their bodies had to change to keep in the energy. Tomorrow, he would try to get the ball back.
He blinked, and slowly woke up. He shook off some dew from his main leaf, and headed off to a clearing. He’d need to summon the spirit of the spring to regain his nutrient ball. He rustled his leaves as he walked past the tall trees, and was suddenly on a large cliff. The red sun was slowly appearing, a crimson half-circle in an orange sky. It was beautiful, but he had no time to waste. He climbed up a tree and picked some berries, and placed them in a circle. Next, he placed some small twigs around, and finished by putting a twig in the top berry and tying a mint leaf to it. Finally, he called out to the heavens, “Oh, mystical spirit of the spring! Please assist your lowly servant and allow me to regain the ability to evolve!”
He waited, but nothing happened. He became discouraged, but didn’t give up. He cried out once again, but once again, nothing. He tried once more, but still nothing. He sighed. Maybe those stories his mother had always told him weren’t true. He gave up. He was about to walk back to the forest, when he heard a voice.
“Chester,” it said. It was a deep voice that seemed to come from everywhere. He turned around, and saw a vague outline of a horselike Pokémon, with a ring around its middle. “Chester, do you wish to be able to evolve once again?”
“Y-Yes sir, I do,” he stuttered. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Very well then,” he said. “I will grant you your wish, but beware; this is the last time. Take care of it, and it will pay off.”
“O-Okay,” he said nervously. “B-But how’d you know my name?”
The horse thing seemed to wink. “I know all, and can do all. Now, focus.”
He did, and suddenly, he felt reenergized. He opened his small black eyes, and the Pokémon wasn’t there anymore. He shook his leaf, and yes! The ball was back! He wanted to celebrate, but he couldn’t. He’d have to get training if he wanted to complete his mission. He decided the best way to start would be to eat something. He found a ripe Sitrus berry, and messily started eating. He burped, and laid down. He had done it. He had done what no Cherubi had done before. He started looking for an opponent to battle, but suddenly, he felt something. It felt like pecking, and then a weight was taken away.
He turned around, and a Starly was flying off with his ball in its claws.
Cherubi: Its ball is delicious and nutritious. If it loses the ball, however, it is doomed never to evolve.
Author's note: This place sounds very socially awkward. And no, the ice cream was not Vanillite. They wouldn't go that far.