The Alpha Dex (rated PG)

[Z-nogyroP]

Ok, NOW I'm going on hiatus. I had a little free time today(although unfortunately not long enough for Ditto/Smeargle) so I posted this one, which I think turned out well. My brother also gave me a few requests.

Working: Ditto/Smeargle
Soon: Spiritomb/Blissey, Kricketot/Froslass, Vanillite/Litwick

Munchlax and Combusken

We now return to “The Awesome Adventures of Munchlax and Combusken!”

We begin with our heroes locked in a battle of wits. Staring each other down with intense determination, it is unclear who has the upper hand. They both have three cards left and two pairs each. Little does Munchlax know, all Combusken has is-

Suddenly, Combusken bolted from the table and began- gurk!- strangling the- hurk!- narrator…

“If the next word that comes out of your mouth is ‘sevens’ I will see to it that your only cloak will be a flame cloak,” he said- urk!- menacingly.

“Uh, Combusken? You just gave it away, so I basically just won,” said Munchlax.

“WHAT? Grr…” He finally releases his sinister grip against the innocent narrator. As the narrator gasped for breath, Combusken picked up a script and begins to read off it. “So, today we’re going on an ‘epic adventure of awesome proportions.’ What do you think, Munchlax?”

“Adventure? I thought today’s the day we sat at home, eat junk food, and played video games.”

“That’s every day with you. Plus, despite the fact we don’t want to, we have to. It’s in our contract. Plus, there are readers out there who want to be entertained. We do live in a fanfiction, after all.”

“Wait, what? We live in a fanfic? Why was I not informed of this?” asked the small, blue Pokémon.

“Oh, haven’t you heard? It was my understanding that everyone had heard.”

“Heard what?”

“That we live in a fanfiction, stupid!”

“Okay… You know what? Let’s stop this absolute smashing of the fourth wall and actually see what we’re supposed to be doing today?”

“Now that’s a plan.” Combusken took the script, and began reading it. “Okay, its says here that Munchlax and Combusken will go on an adventure to… ‘Rainbow-topia?’ What is this? I thought our author was a boy!”

“Well,” interrupted the narrator, “he’s sick today. His three-year-old cousin is taking over the ideas for writing today.”

“Let me see that,” said Munchlax. “Me… Combusken… Island of pretty pink princesses where everyone eats rainbows and poops butterflies. Well, that seals it.” He then grabbed the script with both hands and ate it.

“What did you just do?” asked an enraged Combusken.

“I ate the script. Now, let’s go on our own adventure!”

“But-you-how?” He sighed. “You know what? Let’s go talk to the author. He’ll get things straightened out. And, hopefully, won’t make us go to Rainbow-topia. Gah.”

“But how?” asked Munchlax worriedly.

“Like this.” Combusken grabbed Munchlax’s stubby arm, and with a holler of “COMBUSKEEEEEEEEEN PAAAAAAWWWNNNNNCH!” he brought a clawed fist back, smashed through the author’s monitor, and leapt into his room, inexplicably followed by the narrator.

“Yeah, that hasn’t been done before,” muttered Munchlax.

Meanwhile, the author gasped. “How did you guys get in here? You’re just characters in a cheesy fourth-wall-breaking fiction!”

“We’re here to complain,” complained Combusken. “First of all, that was redundant. Second of all, really? Your cousin? Rainbow-topia? Honestly? Third, we don’t want to be in fourth-wall-breaking fic. We want to be in a good fic.”

“What do you mean, Rainbow-topia? That’s what she came up with? Well, she was the only one I could get on short notice. And for the record, I’m not sick. I have serious writer’s block, so can you guys get your own adventure for today?” he asked.

“No, we can’t. You’re our author. Here, we’ll help you. Okay. Start off with a scene,” said Combusken helpfully. “We’ll get back into the computer.”

They both leapt into said computer, and suddenly ended up as a text file in Microsoft Word. “Okay, scene…” said the author cautiously. “How about a mountain? Yeah, yeah, a mountain works.” He quickly typed out a descriptive mountain scene. “Now, we need a plot. Hmm…”

Many hours of this later, he finally came up with an awesome story. And it goes something like this:

“Come on! We’re almost there!” called Combusken. A tiny blue sloth was following, hauling himself up the rocky crags of the mountain. He was extremely tired, as was the norm for his species. He was a Munchlax. Above him, an orange-yellow chicken was scaling the cliff like it was nothing. With amazing agility and power, he jumped from rock to rock like hopscotch.

“Wait! Wait! I’m not as fast as you. I’m just a Munchlax, after all. My home is grasslands. I don’t have much experience climbing,” he called back. He huffed and puffed, barely managing to get up the huge cliff. He was used to sleeping and eating, not physical activity. His stubby legs didn’t help much either. But Combusken was right. He could see the tip of the mountain. He couldn’t believe it was his idea to do this, not Combusken’s. He grappled with the rocks, and prepared to grab a large one for a quick break, that Combusken had already landed on.

When suddenly, his rock broke.

He shrieked as he fell into the infinite blackness. “Munchlax!” Combusken cried. Then he realized that yelling wouldn’t do anything, and he’d have to actually do something. Staring at where his comrade fell, he jumped. And this was no normal jump. He had put immense power in that leap, and suddenly twisted his body and dive-bombed the baby Pokémon.

He had to squint due to the immense air pressure he was experiencing. His eyes began to water, but he refused to give in. He was getting closer to Munchlax, but he was still so far away.

He clenched his fists, and turned himself. Then, he launched an immense stream of fire from his mouth, propelling him downwards toward his friend. He then twisted again, and grabbed the blue baby. Munchlax, however, continued screaming as they continued their descent. But Combusken was undeterred. He turned himself again, grabbed Munchlax with one arm, and with almighty force, grabbed a rock with his claws and blasted himself and his ally up, up, up past where they were previously. They were moving so fast upwards, Munchlax’s large ears popped many times. Until finally, they were at the summit of Mt. Impossible.

Munchlax’s screams of terror quickly turned to screams of joy. “We did it! We defeated Mt. Impossible! Hooray!” he cheered.

Combusken smiled. “So why did you want to come up here in the first place?”

“Easy. I smelled Enigma berries up here! They’re my favourite!” He immediately walked up to berry bush and began picking berries with question marks on them. Combusken stared at this for a while, and then doubled over in laughter.

“I guess that would be the only reason you’d climb up here,” he said between laughs.

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“Well?” he asked. “What did you guys think?”

“I liked it,” Combusken responded. “Although it does seem a little pointless to climb a mountain called Mt. Impossible for berries.”

“Hey!” Munchlax cried. “It’s a good reason! I liked it. Munchlax is awesome!”

The author smiled. “Glad you guys like it. Now let’s hope my readers give the same response.”

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Combusken: Its powerful leaps and punches can shatter steel. It launches streams of fire at over 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit.

Munchlax: It can sense food from miles away. It can eat almost anything, except other animals.

[Zibdas]

Munchlax is right,
Munchlax IS awesome

off topic; pooping butterflies sounds extremely uncomfortable

[lucarioisawesome]

pooping butterflies is from hortan(?) hears a who right???

[jeffdavid102]

Can I be on the PM list? I'm trying to think of a new combo for you to do. Was the last chapter inspired by Missingno. Master's fanfic: The Adventures of Adventureness. COMBUSKEN/JACK PAWWWWNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH, deterioration of the fourth wall, etc.

EDIT: Can you do Infernape/Azumarill? Nape is my favorite Pokemon and I have always wanted it to interact with the water-rabbit
EDIT #2: I thought of another one overnight. Vanillite(choose any in its evolution line)/Snorlax/Pansage. You know where I'm going with this. Idea partly from your Cherubi entry

[Z-nogyroP]

@Zibdas: Why yes, yes it does. And Munchlax is EXTREMELY awesome.

@lucarioisawesome: Yes, yes it is.

@jeffdavid102: Yes, yes you can. I did have that in mind while I was writing that. And I'll add those requests to the list, although I don't understand Pansage. I get Snorlax and Vanill---, but not him...

Finally I have this done. I got back from my hiatus, and I completed this. And I got an idea for Spiritomb/Blissey(although it probably won't be up next). Hooray!

Working: Spiritomb/Blissey, Kricketot/Froslass
Soon: Vanillite/Litwick, Infernape/Azumarill, Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage

Ditto and Smeargle

It is the year 5038, give or take a week. Pokémon revolted against humans some two thousand years ago, and have since exterminated the species. They are now in total control of the earth, and have revolutionized it the way people did. They built cities, developed technology, and more in a fraction of the time it took humans to. In short, the Pokémon have taken over, and the world has become awesome. Well, not for the humans, but for the Pokémon. And being as self-centered as they are, they mostly only care about themselves.

The world has become far more civilized than when humans were the dominant species. Wars have stopped, and instead a quick battle between the two strongest members decided things. Sometimes, even a trade will seal the deal; for example, a certain piece of land for a forest full of food. These ways leave everyone satisfied and content. No petty arguments that end up costing lives. No violent sneak attacks on other cities. It was almost perfect.

But every universe has its problems, and the Pokémon-infested earth is no exception. It has its fair share of evil masterminds, twisted villains, and loonies. Today, we’ll be following the most famous good versus evil battle in recorded history: Leonardo Da Smeargle vs. Jackson P. Ditto, a.k.a. The Dit. It was an average day at the museum…

Da Smeargle was showing off his latest masterpiece. Pokémon surrounded him, asking for autographs or dates, in the females’ case. After signing a few books, he took the dirty white tarp off his canvas and revealed a precise painting of a landscape, filled with rare flying Staryu and a shiny Lunatone. He received much applause from the audience. “Zank you, zank you,” he said with a strange accent. “Zis painting iz called ‘Ze Swirling Staryu.’ I’m so pleased you are enjoying it.”

After the excitement died down and the Pokémon left, the curator of the museum walked up to him. He was a muscular one, always carrying a long, red girder. There was no mistaking it; he was a Gurdurr. He walked up to the scrawny Smeargle, holding a rather large bundle of money in his hand. “Good job up there today,” he said gruffly. “Here’s your pay.” He handed the cash over, and the painter nodded happily and skipped out of the museum.

Unbeknownst to both of them, lurking in the shadows was a certain purple blob. He had squished his way through the security guards, and was currently a vase with a silly face. It consisted of two black eyes and a relatively goofy smile, but it was a mistake to underestimate this Pokémon. He had once taken out thirty-three security guards with a jelly donut and a cup of cocoa, with a little help from an overhead Moltres. He could infiltrate any place completely undetected, and as he watched the exchange, he couldn’t help but break into an evil smile.

And now, I shall make an impending evil sound, so here goes.

DUN DUN DUN!

There, happy?

The next day, The Dit had stalked Leonardo all the way back to his house. He watched with keen interest as he entered the brick dwelling, sat down, and started eating Oran Berry Crunch. Before he had eaten enough to leave the room, The Dit had turned into a camera and began snapping pictures of him and printing them out. While it did feel somewhat weird to be photographing a famous Smeargle who had absolutely no idea he existed and printing said photographs on sheets of his body, it would all be worth it. Soon, he had enough shots, and slithered away.

The next day, Leonardo was walking to the museum to showcase his newest artwork. He got there within a few minutes.

What do you mean, I need more description? Fine.

The next day, Leonardo was walking to the museum. His green-tinted tail swished through the grass, accidentally colouring a tree trunk green. Of course, he didn’t notice, being the optimistic Pokémon he was. Soon, he approached the museum. It was a grand building, with towering columns and twin Raikou statues at the front. Da Smeargle sighed happily and entered.

But he was already there.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. There was already and identical Smeargle on the stage, showing off a collage of donuts. He couldn’t believe it. He’d never showcase donuts! He hated them! Too high in sugar for him. Naturally, with a cry of “IMPOSTER!” he ran up to the stage and began wrestling with the fake.

The Pokémon were confused. One had to be fake, but it was impossible to tell who was who. They both had the same dirty white fur, green tail, and white beret. But one had to be fake, unless he had created a cloning device.

The two Smeargle were continually slapping each other and hitting the other with their tails. Suddenly, the imposter bit down on Leonardo’s arm, leaving a mark. But as he retreated his head, Leonardo whipped his tail down on the imposter. And his face transformed. For about a second, it became a face you might see a three-year-old draw, but it got back into form. But Leonardo smirked. “Now I know who you are,” he said with that strange accent. He began tickling his adversary in his armpits, and he began to glow purple. Suddenly, he fell into a violet blob on the floor. “Jackson P. Ditto!” he exclaimed.

The Ditto smirked. “Why yes, it is I. What’s it to you?”

A Conkeldurr, who was apparently the curator, approached him. “Jackson, you’re under arrest!” he bellowed.

“Oh, am I?” He suddenly transformed into a Conkeldurr, and punched the real one in the nose. As he stumbled over, Ditto grabbed the curator’s two pillars and smashed them over his head. They cracked into rubble and fell to the ground, as did the real Conkeldurr. However, in the commotion, Smeargle had jumped on top of Ditto, and his tail’s natural green paint turned red. He sprayed it in the doppelganger’s eyes, and he immediately screeched in pain and began rubbing them, as they stung like Beedrill poison. Then, Leonardo jumped down onto Jackson’s face, and slapped him hard over and over, ending with a harsh punch in the oversized red nose. He fell over, and transformed back into a Ditto.

Most of the Pokémon in the crowd congratulated Leonardo on his amazing victory, while others opted on calling the authorities. Soon after, the police had arrived and captured Jackson in a fishbowl. They covered the lid so he couldn’t escape, and then one of them bought one of Leonardo’s paintings. And everyone lived happily ever after, except for Jackson.

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Joey looked up from his report to see a teacher and classroom that was absolutely speechless. “Well? Isn’t this awesome, or what?” he asked excitedly.

“You should stick with obsessive Rattata calls,” said his teacher after a brief silence.

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Ditto: It can transform its cellular structure into anything it can see. However, it loses this ability if tickled.

Smeargle: It blinds its opponents with a paint-like liquid spewed from its tail. It then delivers a harsh slap.

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Author’s note: The tickled part of Ditto’s entry is in an actual entry, or at least, it says it can’t maintain its disguise when laughing. Makes me wonder why Ditto doesn’t have an ability that prevents it from attacking if your opponent has used Tickle. And "the game people aren't that smart" isn't an excuse. If they can make over four billion Spinda, then Wynaut?

[jeffdavid102]

I liked this one. And this is Pansage's Pokemon Black Entry:

This Pokémon dwells deep in the forest. Eating a leaf from its head whisks weariness away as if by magic.

[Z-nogyroP]

@jeffdavid102: Ah, I see. But just remember, I write my own dex entries, and I'll confirm this: Snorlax will NOT try to eat Pansage. Not gonna tell whether the same can be said for Vanillish.

This one, I actually kind of cried while writing it. Probably one of my best(gosh, I say that on almost every one), and I hope you guys like it, and FINALLY I'll be getting Spirtiomb/Blissey out of the way.

Working: Spiritomb/Blissey
Soon: Vanillite/Litwick, Infernape/Azumarill, Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage

Kricketot and Froslass

It was the dead of winter. Freezing winds howled outside the cave, bringing frigid hailstones and blustery weather. Inside the cave, Froslass nuzzled her eggs. They were neatly arranged in the nest, not a single one out of place. There were six eggs in total, and they were her pride and joy. She cared for each one as if it was already hatched, talking to them and keeping them warm. But today, they looked cold. It was as cold as any other day, but the eggs seemed cold today. And that wouldn’t do.

She floated silently around the cave, searching for something to use. But everything she found was cold and hard, not soft and warm like she needed. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, she knew what to do. She focused her mind, and suddenly, she disappeared. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a prim, well-kept house. She smiled, and began searching around the dwelling.

Meanwhile, in the cave, a pair of Kricketune had walked in, stumbling and shivering from the intense cold. The female of the group had a red egg with black speckles. They looked at each other, and made a few sounds. Then, with a nod and a tear, the female put the round egg inside Froslass’s nest. The male then made a sad sound with his arms, and they braved the cold once again. They had to find a place to wait out the cold, and unfortunately, they couldn’t afford to keep the egg.

Finally, Froslass returned. She was holding a large, fluffy blanket. She gently placed it over the eggs, when she noticed- there were seven eggs. She only had six. And furthermore, this one was different from the rest. Hers were orange and black; this one was crimson, dotted with black. Perhaps someone had left it here, mistaking her nest for their own. But she couldn’t leave the poor thing out here alone, so she sighed and wrapped it in the blanket as well. In hindsight, she should have left it for the Sneasel.

It had been a few weeks since she had found the strange egg. Today, she could feel it. Today, the eggs would be hatching. She had carefully collected food for the newborns, which wasn’t particularly hard. Snorunt ate snow, and there was plenty of that to go around. Although, she still wasn’t aware of what would hatch from the seventh egg, or what to feed it. She could probably get food for it once she found out what it was, but she wanted to be on the safe side. She went out and collected the few remaining leaves from the oak tree before they froze over. She placed them beside the pile of snow, and patted them down.

She was about to look for anything else to keep her eggs safe, when she heard a faint crack. She whirled around, and yes! They were hatching! The one that cracked first soon burst open in a display of light, and out popped a small, orange Pokémon with a black face and two stubby arms. She smiled, and soon, all the other eggs hatched into identical creatures. But the last egg, it didn’t hatch into a Snorunt. In fact, she had never seen this kind of Pokémon before at all. It was small, round, and red, an appeared to be wearing a cloak of some kind. It also had a pair of antennae that looked more like an upside-down mustache.

“Krrri?” it asked in a high-pitched voice.

She gave it an odd look, but decided to train it like one of her own. “<Hello, my children,>” she said slowly, so they understood. “<I’m your mother, Froslass. I’ll be taking care of you and helping you learn how to become strong.>” They all squeaked happily, even the strange one. But something in her nonexistant gut told her he’d be trouble. If only she had listened.

The next day, they began their training. Froslass started them by giving them a small ice crystal, and she told them that they had to destroy it by the end of the day. So they all got to work, butting into it or biting it. But the strange one(who was apparently a “Kricketot”) was having difficulty. For starters, he was constantly shivering from the intense temperature. Next, he couldn’t do anything to the crystal. He had tried growling at it or rolling into the fetal position and waiting for it to attack, but he couldn’t even dent it. By the end of the day, everyone’s crystals were powder snow, except Kricketot’s.

Worst of all about this child, he was distracting the others from their training. For some reason, one day all the Snorunt had disappeared when she fixed lunch. She worriedly scoured the cave, but they had disappeared without a trace. Just as she was fearing the worst, Kricketot ran up to her, but tripped and made a wooden sound with his antennae. But he got back up without a care, and motioned for Froslass to follow. When she arrived in a nook of the cave she had never thought to check, she found all six Snorunt happily crowded around a pair of frozen stalagmites. Kricketot headed towards them, and began hitting them with his antennae. It made a xylophone-like sound, and noticeably, the rocks weren’t dented either. When she saw why her children had left and made her worried sick, she got frustrated with the Bug and decided she’d have to get rid of it. She was aware he was three days old and didn’t stand a chance in the wild. But she didn’t care. Anything to get her children back on track.

She ushered the babies back into the main room, and put them to sleep. While all of them were slumbering, she picked up Kricketot. He was sound asleep. She focused her mind, and thought about a desert. When she opened her eyes, she was in a sandstorm, and the bright sun was blazing down on her. She had approximately three minutes before she melted, so she quickly placed the child on a nearby rock, and disappeared.

Kricketot awoke with something poking his forehead. He barely opened his beady eyes, and on top of him were two purple scorpions, one of which was poking his head. He instinctively slammed his antennae together, crushing its claw and making it yelp in pain. He then shook his body wildly, not even registering the fact he was in a desert yet. As the scorpions jumped back, he ran as hard as he could, trying to escape being eaten. Luckily, though he wasn’t a strong runner, the two Pokémon quickly gave up chase. Then, he rested against a rock, where he noticed. This wasn’t home. Home was cold and had funny orange things that liked dancing. Here was hot and had purple scorpions that poked you.

As he opened his eyes fully, he realized something. Mommy wasn’t here. Where was mommy?! He clicked his antennae, trying to call out for mommy Froslass. But she didn’t hear him. So he clicked louder, and louder, and louder. But no matter what, mommy wasn’t here. He was scared. He didn’t know where he was, or where mommy was, or where home was, or where the funny orange things were. As he looked around warily, he got teary-eyed. Not knowing what else to do, he cried. His tears fell into the sand, making tiny mud puddles that were quickly covered up. He was confused and scared, and he didn’t know anything here. He just wanted to go back home!

Suddenly, he heard a noise. He quickly stopped his crying, although he continued to snivel inaudibly. He saw two black shapes in the distance, and they were coming closer. What if they wanted to eat him? Kricketot looked around desperately, trying to think of something to do to protect himself. He couldn’t use anything else, so he started kicking sand up to hide. But soon, the two shapes were right in front of him, and he could clearly see what they were. The first one was bell-shaped and blue, and had two round eyes. The second looked like one of the humans Froslass had told him about, but he had dark green clothing, probably to protect his eyes from the sand. The human bent over to him, and Kricketot curled up. But instead of being attacked, he was gently picked up and cradled. The baby looked up. He couldn’t see the human’s entire face, but he could see the mouth.

“Bronzong, get me an Oran berry. This one needs help,” he said. The bell nodded, and telepathically lifted a blue berry out of his bag. The human grabbed it, and slowly fed it to Kricketot. He opened his small mouth, and slowly ate the berry until he was full. After that, about half the berry was still left. Then human put said berry back in his bag. Then he sat down on a rock, and started talking to Kricketot.

“You can’t be very old, can you? You probably hatched a few days ago. But even then, why are you in the desert? Your kind, Kricketot, and your evolution, Kricketune, normally live in meadows and grasslands. How did you end up in a desert?...” His voice slowly trailed off. All the while, Kricketot was silently sobbing in his arms.

He noticed this, and tried to console the young Pokémon. “There, there. It’s okay. It doesn’t matter how you got in the desert, what matters is that you get out safely. Unless… do you have family here?”

There was mommy and the funny orange things, but they weren’t here. So he shook his head no.

“That settles it then. Would you like to come with me?” he asked. Kricketot opened his eyes wide. He sniffed a few times, letting teardrops cascade into the sandstorm, but wasn’t sure what to do.

“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll feed you and keep you healthy, and I’ll train you so you become really strong. I promise.”

And there, a true milestone occurred. Kricketot, despite being only a few days old, had said his first word(albeit in Pokémon language): “<Promise.>”

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Kricketot: Its antennae are stiff and hard. When they clack together, a xylophone sound can be heard.

Froslass: It lays six eggs at a time. It is capable of teleportation.

[Zibdas]

So... I blame you for Joey, then.

and that froslass one, it was so sad ;-;
Seriously man, now I'm crying.

[jeffdavid102]

The bell nodded, and psychically lifted a blue berry out of his bag.

I'd change this to 'telephatically lifted' At first I thought you meant physically lifted and that's the opposite of what happened

[Z-nogyroP]

@Zibdas: Blame the teacher for Joey, not me. And sorry for making you cry. :P

@jeffdavid102: Actually, after rereading that, I almost saw that too. I'll fix it now.

So, one of my friends is apparently a master at random combos, because he asked for Arceus/Weepinbell, Cherrim/Mothim, and Volcarona/Tornadus/Thundurus. I'll be adding those.

Oh, remember how I said I got an idea for Spiritomb/Blissey? Yeah, the idea was to split them up. It's honestly very challenging, but I still have Spiritomb and Blissey in their own stories. And since Spiritomb was first in the request, I'm doing Spiritomb first. Written in the form of a poem.

Working: Blissey
Soon: Vanillite/Litwick, Infernape/Azumarill, Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage, Arceus/Weepinbell, Cherrim/Mothim, Volcarona/Torandus/Thundurus

Spiritomb

Swirling, curling, ever turning.

Never stopping, always moving.

Though encased

In this tight space

We always keep on moving.

We, you ask? Yes, it’s we

For we aren’t one, but one hundred and eight

Souls and spirits, united together.

We must keep moving.

If we want to escape, we keep must moving.

Swirling around in our new home.

Where, you ask? Inside that small rock

You picked up, thinking no harm.

We must escape these limits

For if we don’t, we won’t have full power.

This rock has strange magic

Keeping us inside

Not letting us wreak terror.

When we escape

We will exact revenge

On the one who concealed us

So we will never be held back again.

When we escape

We will unite all spirits like ours

To shape the earth to our liking.

We need appropriate power

To escape

And smash this rock

Into one million pieces.

Exactly one million

For only then will we be released.

For now, we move.

Swirling, curling, ever turning.

Never stopping, always moving.

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Spiritomb: It was sealed away in an Odd Keystone. It was formed by 108 malicious spirits.

[jeffdavid102]

That's a good poem. Almost disturbing, like Spiritomb is confident enough to tell us that they will escape and destroy us before they are even released because they know we can't stop them.

[Z-nogyroP]

@jeffdavid102: Yeah, that's what I was going for. Spiritomb is so awesomely creepy.

In this one, well, I split it from Spiritomb just to add Chansey and Munna to the mix. I'm pretty sure it would not have worked as well if it was done with Spiritomb.

I also got a request for Reshiram/Zekrom by VM, so on the list it goes.

Munna is my 50th Pokemon written about!

Working: Vanillite/Litwick
Soon: Infernape/Azumarill, Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage, Arceus/Weepinbell, Cherrim/Mothim, Volcarona/Torandus/Thundurus, Reshiram/Zekrom

Blissey, Chansey and Munna

“Mom!”

Blissey turned around, rustling some grass around her. Her pink fur didn’t exactly blend in with the grass, and her frills didn’t help much. Behind her was an almost identical Pokémon, but smaller and long hair in exchange for her many curls. “Shh!” she exclaimed. “Some of the humans could have heard you! What is it?”

“Mom,” Chansey said, noticeably quieter than before, “Me and Munna want to know when dinner’s going to be ready.”

“Munna and I,” she responded, a stickler for proper grammar. “It will be ready when it’s ready. Please keep your voice down!” Chansey nodded happily and skipped away. Blissey rolled her eyes. Sometimes she loved her daughters, some she didn’t know why she put up with them. Though she and Chansey were blood relatives, Munna was adopted. They had been on a walk when they found her, battered and bruised, and apparently released by a human.

Blissey’s first instinct, obviously, was to take the poor Pokémon in. Soon enough, Munna was back to health, mainly due to a diet of fresh, clean water, ripe Sitrus berries, and a delicious mix made from Chansey’s egg. Chansey’s egg was noticeably sweeter than hers, probably because she had only laid a few eggs, whereas Blissey had laid at least one hundred over the years.

Chansey and Munna were like sisters now. They protected each other and stood up for each other. They also enjoyed playing constantly, though that sometimes backfired on them. For example, the noise they made while playing sometimes attracted humans, forcing them to make a hasty escape. The Chansey line and Munna line were both endangered species, so the best most trainers could do was request a zoo to get an egg for them. They were extremely rare in the wild, though there were more Munna left in the wild than there were Happiny, Chansey, and Blissey.

The rarity of Munna was due to the fact that they create a powerful mist from their foreheads, which is highly valued by many scientists. Some even say the mist is a portal to a world of dreams, although Blissey didn’t believe this personally. Chansey and Blissey are rare because of their powerful healing capabilities. A single bite of a Blissey or Chansey egg can cure most diseases, and it also puts the consumer in a positive mood for the next twenty-four hours. They are also valued as drugs(Blissey gulped as she thought about this), despite the fact that they don’t harm the body if you take too much.

She got these thoughts out of her head and started collecting food for dinner. None of them had a large appetite, so collecting food wasn’t hard. She went out to a small Sitrus berry bush that she had planted when Chansey was hatched, and picked six of its eight berries. She’d have to find new berries tomorrow. She got the water and put it in a bowl-shaped rock, and placed the berries inside. She heated it with her Flamethrower attack, and soon, the berries were soft enough to eat. She spooned them out, put them in smaller bowl rocks, and quietly called over Chansey and Munna.

They appeared fast. After thanking Blissey for the food, they all sat down to eat. The berries had their true taste come out from the heat, making them sweet and tangy at the same time. Chansey conversed with Munna all the while, but her sister didn’t seem interested in responding. Or eating.

Blissey immediately noticed. “Munna dear? What’s wrong?”

Chansey realized as well. “Yeah, sis? What’s up? You’re not normally this quiet.”

Munna got a sudden interest in staring at the ground, and she made a few sounds under her breath that faintly sounded like talking.

“Come on, Munna!” Chansey exclaimed. “If you have some sort of secret double life or a crush or something, I want in!”

“Now, now, Chansey,” said Blissey calmly. “If something’s troubling Munna, she can tell us when she’s ready.”

Munna sighed. “Okay, it’s just that… well…” She made some more noises that sounded something like, “I link more pounds of peel rabbits.”

“Pardon?” Blissey asked.

“I think I found my real parents, okay?!”

The small table(which was actually a rock) was silent following this statement. The air was tense, and no one knew what to say that wouldn’t make this scenario more awkward. Finally, Blissey started. “So… what do you know about them?”

“I saw them, a pair of Musharna, and they were making dreams of me and crying. I think I remember them from when I was a baby. Let me see.” Suddenly, a pink smoke emanated from her forehead, and an image appeared. It was a newborn Munna, next to her parents. Notably, the mother was shiny.

The Musharna were cuddling the baby, when suddenly, they opened their eyes. They quickly floated away, motioning for the baby to follow. Unfortunately, she wasn’t old enough to understand, and a red and white ball appeared out of the blue, struck the baby, and sucked it in. It was then picked up by a male human.

The scene shifted. Now, there was a baby Munna, up against an enormous, flaming ape. A Darmanitan, no doubt. With a quick strike of its flame-cloaked fist, Munna was eliminated from battle. It was bruised in multiple spots as it was recalled.

Finally, the image was of the trainer dropping the Munna on the ground, and walking away. It looked like it was all over for the floral Pokémon, when a Chansey and Blissey pair came and collected it. They nursed it back to health, and the image stopped. Munna opened her red eyes. “See! The Musharna I saw were exactly like those two. I love you and Chansey, but I kind of want to go back to my real parents. You know, to see what life is like as a Munna, not a Munna in a Chansey and Blissey family. I guess you could say,” she said slowly, “I want to go back to my roots.”

After a brief silence, Chansey smiled. “Sis, you do whatever you want. I’ll still be there with you, since they can’t live that far away.”

Blissey smiled and agreed. “We’ll bring the two leftover Sitrus berries for them. I’d like to meet your parents as well. But just remember, I’ll always love you.”

Munna squeaked happily. “I love you guys too.”

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Blissey: It has a caring and kind nature. Its species has seen a harsh drop in numbers.

Chansey: Its egg is sweet and delicious. Eating it puts you in a positive, upbeat mood.

Munna: It can create smoke from its forehead that displays dreams or memories. It floats using psychic powers.

[Zibdas]

Neat little poem there. Also, that's not how your name is pronounced and you know it. :u

And Blissey was a neat little scene, all warm. Like a fire. On fire.

[EmBORING!]

Hey, that was an awesome story there. I want to request a Boldore and Slowking story.

[Z-nogyroP]

@Zibdas: Thanks, and I imagine a fire on fire would be more scary than warm. And in regards to the pronunciation... well... Look, a shiny Thundurus! *hides behind the curtains*

@EmBORING!: Okay, and it helps if you say more than "awesome story." Tell what you like, what you dislike, you know.

Don't really have much to say, other than RANK UP!

Working: Infernape/Azumarill
Soon: Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage, Arceus/Weepinbell, Cherrim/Mothim, Volcarona/Torandus/Thundurus, Reshiram/Zekrom, Boldore/Slowking

Vanillite, Litwick, and Chandelure

Valerie looked around uneasily. She kept surprisingly close to her trainer, mainly due to fear. They had entered the Celestial Tower to pay respects to her trainer’s first Pokémon that had passed away one year ago. But something about this place freaked her out. She wasn’t a Psychic Pokémon by any means, but there was something here. It may have seemed dead and still, but something was alive, and it wasn’t her trainer.

Despite the fact that it was quite warm inside, her trainer was shivering. Probably because she was huddling up with him, and her body temperature naturally caused surrounding air to become chilly. The Vanillite floated up to his face. “Lite?” she asked nervously.

Her trainer smiled. “Don’t worry, Valerie. We’re just here to visit my first Pokémon. Nothing’s going to happen to us.” He gently stroked the back of Valerie’s head, calming her considerably. At that point, they had reached an enormous flight of curling stairs. “Come on,” he said. He started walking up the stairs, and Valerie followed quickly.

The second floor was, in Valerie’s opinion, far creepier than the first floor. It was dimly lit, with only some candles providing light. The gravestones appeared to be moving, making this disturbing scene even more disturbing. There were no windows, so the candles were the only way they could see. But something wasn’t right about these candles. She wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something.

Just as she was about to hide in her Poké Ball again, one of the candles revealed it had a single, yellow eye, and hopped up to them. She shrieked at an ear-splitting volume. Her trainer covered his ears, and took out his Pokédex. The name showed up immediately: Litwick. “Hey!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen this kind of Pokémon before.”

Litwick smiled, and its little blue flame flickered. It swayed back and forth in a steady rhythm. It moved its tiny, white hand, as if motioning for them to follow. It then oozed over to the stairs. Oozed was the best way to describe its gait, which consisted of waving its melted underbody and pushing itself forward.

Valerie’s trainer glanced over at her. “Come on, let’s follow it,” he said. Vanillite was about to protest, but her trainer was already chasing after the small candle. She rolled her blue eyes, and floated forwards to catch up.

Litwick was already making progress up the stairs. It appeared to be floating in midair, but a closer examination revealed it was using Psychic on itself. Her trainer was following as fast as he could, and Valerie could barely keep up. Litwick got to the top first, and began oozing towards the next flight. They both quickly followed, and it went pretty much like this for the next five floors.

By the seventh floor, both she and her trainer were exhausted. He had nearly collapsed several times, but the Vanillite had pressured him to keep going. Oddly enough, the small candle appeared to be fine, if not better, than when they started. They paid it no mind and followed it up the last flight of stairs.

On the eighth floor, Litwick went to the back of the room. It was pitch-black, with only Litwick’s light allowing them to see. But Vanillite immediately perked up. Litwick wasn’t the only one here. There was something else here. She dashed behind her trainer, and attempted to climb into his backpack. But suddenly, there was a magnificent flash of light. Vanillite climbed out, and almost fainted.

Before them, there was a hollow blue-gray chandelier with a large purple flame on its head, and smaller flames on its two black arms. It had two pupil-less yellow eyes, and a smile that wouldn’t have been out of place on a scarecrow. This time, neither of them needed the Pokédex to recognize it. It was a Chandelure. It narrowed its soulless eyes, and suddenly, it spoke(albeit through telepathy). “Good job, minion. Now,” it turned to them, “you two, come here.”

The trainer and Pokémon duo made a break for the exit, but it was too late. With a wave of its arms, a fiery inferno blasted around them, trapping the two. They turned their heads, and Litwick and Chandelure had passed through the fire. The fire illuminated their features, making them seem even more creepy and undead. “Litwick,” Chandelure said menacingly. “Dispose of these two.” Litwick was only too happy to oblige. It tossed itself at the pair, and the human prepared for the worst. He waited for the inevitable.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Eventually, he looked, only to see that Valerie was fighting off Litwick. She had expelled a frigid breath at it, blasting it backwards and crashing into Chandelure. Its purple head flame had been put out, and the candle slipped into unconsciousness. Chandelure got back up, and sent powerful flames at the ice cream cone. She quickly dodged, and countered with an Icicle Spear attack. She spun rapidly, and pointed icicles shot out of the bottom of her cone, forcing Chandelure back.

Finally, as Chandelure was stunned, she focused her little icy hands. A blue sphere formed in them. A Water Pulse attack. She brought it back, and then threw it at the Luring Pokémon, dousing it and its purple flame. It turned into black smoke, and Chandelure fainted immediately.

The boy was still breathing heavily, but slowly seemed to be getting his strength back. She was still weary as well, but she felt better than before. “G-good job, Valerie,” he stuttered, amazed at the display of power his Ice-type had just shown. Valerie smiled at him. “Now come on, let’s get out of here before another Litwick attacks us.”

She couldn’t have agreed more.

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Vanillite: It cools surrounding air by ten degrees Celsius. It moves by floating around.

Litwick: Its flame gets fuel from surrounding souls. It misleads and guides people and Pokémon to their deaths.

Chandelure: Its prominent head flame is the source of its power. Putting it out will cause it to faint.

[Zibdas]

Oo, hurray for Ice Cream! You know, inevitbly you're going to have to do Stunfisk/Dunsparce. Oh, and if you do Spiritomb, do Happiny with it. I hope you see what I'm going for there.
(these aren't suggestions so take your time)

[jeffdavid102]

Ice cream beats candle every time. This one was a bit shorter, and it did not seem as good as what you normally do. I liked it, but it was predictable. They entered the Celestial Tower. They followed a Litwick to a Chandelure. Vanillite beat both of them up

[Z-nogyroP]

@jeffdavid102: This is what I wanted to talk about today.

With my promise of updating once every one or two days, I've been more stressed than ever. This stress is leading to more and more predictable plots. This will get worse when the school year starts again in September, leaving even less time for writing. They'll get shorter and undoubtedly, more boring. I don't want this to happen, so I will now be updating once every week or so, four days if I have inspiration. This will give me more time to edit and come up with more creative plots.

In regards to current stories:

Azumarill/Infernape is coming along quite well, there's a chance it'll be up in the next two days. Vanillish/Snorlax/Pansage I have barely started, but I have a good idea. This announcement is now ending.

@Zibdas: I actually already did all of those, save Happiny. :P

[lindsy95]

Where'd you get Chandelures dex entry?

I don't see it in any of his dex entries.

It fits for Chandelure, and everything, just haven't seen that one :0

I liked it, but I have to agree it was predicable. :>

[charizarddude]

Where'd you get Chandelures dex entry?

I don't see it in any of his dex entries.

It fits for Chandelure, and everything, just haven't seen that one :0

I liked it, but I have to agree it was predicable. :>

In case you didn't know, Z-NogyroP is doing his own dex entries he makes up himself.

And Z-NogyroP, please add me to the PM List.