Ah, it feels good to have a fic to post, haha.
Here is a story that probably can be called silly at best. One of those things that changed something like five times during writing and I wanted to take it and run away with more ideas. Whoops!
It's based on the HGSS games (I mean the games specifically here), and will have three parts to it (all done bar last edits at time of posting).
Rated PG. Credit must go to a friend for beta reading by the name of Jess. Thanks, Jess!
Elliot leant back on the fence and gazed skywards at the few fluffy clouds that slowly sailed by. They were the only things to see besides the bright, blue sky and the glorious sun. In fact, they made up a very familiar sight, as it was always sunny on Route 35, north of Goldenrod City. But Elliot found that it was a pleasing one nonetheless.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” he commented to the girl beside him. Brooke the Picnicker was his girlfriend, and she always hung out with him on the Route. It was their Role in the Game to wait here for a trainer to battle. This Role of theirs was a much more interesting one than what many of the people inside Goldenrod had. After all, they got to have Pokémon battles, something many other people in the Game didn’t get to enjoy. In fact, some people’s Roles didn’t even allow them to go outdoors, while they could at least take on wild Pokémon in the nearby grass.
She made a small grunt. “I guess,” she said. Elliot looked at her and noticed that she was biting her lip again. This was a habit she had only recently developed.
She sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know.... bored, I guess.”
Elliot tilted his head slightly. “Bored? What of?”
“Well, everything!” She fiddled her fingers. “It’s the same thing. We stand here, take on wild Pokémon every so often, then we go heal our Pokémon. Or we battle one of the other guys here. It’s still just the same. You lose most of your battles, I lose even more, we go heal our Pokémon, and then we do it all over again. The only interesting thing this week was that Earthquake earlier, which just means there’s some different trainer nearby.” The Earthquake in question had been unexpected for the two; it had shaken the ground ever so slightly and seemed to pulsate onwards without actually damaging anything. But then stray attacks from Pokémon were not a terribly unusual phenomenon.
“Well, that is our Role...” Elliot said after a pause in thought. “But we do have our Pokémon. And besides, it’s a great location here. Near the city, near the park, and it’s always sunny.”
“Too sunny,” she protested. “It’s always the same thing. I swear we even see the same clouds every day.” She peered up and pointed. “See, look, it’s that one that looks like a sick Ponyta! I hate that cloud!”
Elliot squinted at it. It did look somewhat familiar, now that she mentioned it, although he didn’t feel any dislike for it himself.
“And, I mean, it would be nice, if it rained for once. Really rained. Wouldn't it?”
Elliot frowned now. “Well... we’d get wet if that happened.”
“Or if we went for a trip somewhere. An adventure, like those other trainers,” she continued. She was gazing dangerously at the horizon when she said that, in Elliot’s opinion. He bit his lip. Brooke had brought up the idea all too often of late, but they both knew that would involve going beyond their Roles. And Elliot was scared, to put it simply, of stepping outside of their Roles, even if a few people were beginning to do so now given the protagonist had gone Silent years ago. But he didn’t let it show whenever Brooke brought it up. Naturally, she knew of his feelings, and also knew that they should keep the Game in order by sticking to their Roles. But yet, she yearned for something... more.
Before she continued her wish fulfilment however, a trainer appeared from around the corner. He came running up with a Poké Ball in hand, and grinned broadly when he sighted the two.
“I challenge you to a battle!” he yelled. Brooke sighed and turned to face the newcomer.
“Alright, I’ll battle you first. Then I’ll lose, and then you can battle my boyfriend, who will also lose,” she said almost matter-of-factly.
“Hey, I don’t lose all the time,” Elliot protested.
“And your win-loss record is...?” When Elliot declined to reply, she grabbed her Poké Ball. “Go, Pikachu!” She sent out her Pokémon, who gave a small battle cry and danced about on all fours. Elliot stepped back to allow more space for the battle and quickly looked over the trainer. His clothes suggested he was not from around the area, and he seemed to have the attitude to match a seasoned battler. Elliot frowned at the person. He didn’t want Brooke to be further inspired by someone who may have decided to break their Role.
The reveal of a Gabite confirmed his hypothesis. Such Pokémon were rare and in fact unknown to Brooke and Elliot, but they recognised that it was a Dragon type. It was unlikely that this trainer hailed from nearby with a Pokémon like that. The moment it was sent out, it burrowed underground by clawing at the ground and spewing soil all around.
“Oh, great. Can’t do anything now, can I,” Brooke grumbled, although she now was evidently giving this challenger more attention as well. “Try a Growl then, Pikachu,” she commanded. Pikachu happily obliged, and then shrieked when the Gabite popped out from below and rammed it with its body. Once it predictably fainted, Brooke just shrugged and recalled her Pokémon.
“Right, I’ll see you at the Pokémon Centre,” she said to Elliot.
“Sure, sure,” Elliot grumbled. The other trainer didn’t even bother to recall his Pokémon. “What’s your name?”
“Sam, although I don’t think it matters,” he answered with a smirk. “Come on, let’s get on with it, Bitey needs the experience.”
He called it Bitey? Elliot shook his head and summoned his Sandshrew, who upon appearing on the path looked up at its taller foe and gulped. The Gabite grinned back and charged forward.
“Come on, Sand-oh, never mind,” Elliot muttered as his Pokémon flew across the field into a fence and slumped over. “Fine, I guess you won-”
“Oi, not so fast! You have a second Pokémon there, don’t you?” Sam shouted, pointing at the second ball on Elliot’s belt. Elliot looked at it and took a moment to take a deep breath before detaching it.
“Sure, I guess if you need the experience that much.” He sent out the Pokémon. It was his Marill, but he knew the battle was only ever going to go one way.
Which was why it was so surprising when Gabite slashed at Marill. Instead of succumbing to the attack like the previous two Pokémon, Marill simple stood still as the Gabite’s arm merely bounced off the blue blob, like a ball hitting a wall. The Marill then fired a large beam of light from its mouth into the Gabite’s face. The Dragon Pokémon stumbled back and grabbed its jaw with its two arms. Sam swore and yelled at his Pokémon to do the same again, while Elliot stared at his Pokémon. The Marill seemed unperturbed by what it had just done, and when the Gabite again failed to hurt it whatsoever with its attack, it leapt onto the Gabite and started striking it with its tail until the Dragon type fell with a pained howl.
“Uh... did I just win?” Elliot said blankly. He pinched himself and tried to recall seeing any such moves from his Pokémon before. Did it even know those moves? Were they actual moves? He glanced at his Pokémon, who jumped about with glee on top of its fallen opponent. It somehow looked different in its behaviour, now that he thought about it. It was never quite this agile. And he felt oddly elated too. It wasn’t often that he knocked out a Pokémon, especially one used by a travelling trainer.
Elliot was then shaken out of his thoughts as Sam marched over and grabbed him by the collar. “What was that?” he yelled. “How did your Pikablu beat my Gabite?!”
“It’s a M-Marill-”
“Whatever!” Sam shook Elliot and continued his interrogation. “What sort of moves did it do there! Surely not Water ones, it thrashed my Pokémon! Where are my experience points!?”
“I don’t know!” Elliot shouted back. By now the Marill had realised what was going on and had waddled towards the two, quietly enquiring about what was happening. “I’ve never seen it do that before. Honest!”
Sam glared at him intensely for a few moments, before letting him go. “Well, I guess you’re telling the truth,” he said roughly. “But then what’s wrong with your Marill?”
Elliot frowned. “I wouldn’t say there’s anything wrong, just... different.” He picked up his Pokémon and looked it over. He again felt a sort of sense that there was something off about it, but he just couldn’t place it. It playfully blew a bubble into his face, thinking this attention was part of some sort of game.
“Well... maybe the Pokémon Centre nurses can help us figure it out. But...” Elliot paused. He never had to ask the person behind the counter to do anything besides heal his Pokémon before. This was a very different situation to anything he had experienced before.
“Alright, let’s go.” Sam peered at the Marill before going back to his Gabite. “I want answers, and Gabite wants health points.”
The nurse at the Pokémon Centre stared at the two when they recounted the story and asked that they examine Elliot’s Marill. She eventually remarked ‘how odd’ and took it away. A few hours then passed as the two males waited with Brooke, who at first laughed at the story about Elliot knocking out Sam’s Gabite. But when she realised that the nurses weren’t playing along with a prank of some sort she fell quiet and waited with them.
Eventually the nurse reappeared, carrying Marill’s ball and handing it to Elliot.
“Well, we confirmed what you said. It knows some new attacks, but... we’re can’t identify them. We can’t even determine the typing of the moves.”
“You can’t?” Sam said, slamming his hands on the reception desk. “You mean it’s not some weird Ice type move? Then how did it beat my Pokémon?”
“Please, calm down,” the nurse said shakily. “We’ve never seen anything like this. Maybe it’s a disease, but... well, how can we really tell, we hardly know anything about that!” Throwing her hands in exasperation she then pointed at the healing machine behind the counter. “That machine heals the Pokémon for us and does all the work, after all! I don’t actually know anything about the wellbeing of Pokémon beyond that! Nobody does! And I only know of one disease, and it doesn’t do anything except help the Pokémon grow faster anyway!” She then realised she had spat out the last words all too quickly and took a deep breath before continuing at a forcibly slower pace. “I made some calls to other Pokémon Centres however, and there have been other cases just like this. And I think the League knows about it too and they’re trying to figure it out.” She let the last piece of news it sink in for a moment. “Rest assured we’re working on it, but so far it’s eluded us.”
“Well, what do you... think it is?” Elliot said quietly. “And can I still use my Marill?”
“Oh, yes, that’s not a worry. Despite him knowing new attacks, he does look... well, healthy to me, as far as I can tell. I healed him five times for good measure too. As for the first question... well, the current theory is that they’ve somehow acquired a new typing. That’d explain why we can’t identify the move type – it’s something we’ve never seen before.”
“How... exactly does that happen?” Brooke asked. She tilted her head and poked at the Marill.
“Again, I don’t have a clue. We’ve been given a name for this typing by the League, but-” The nurse was interrupted by the door slamming open with a loud bang, accompanied by a pink-haired girl who charged in bawling her eyes out.
“She’s been changed!” she yelled, waving a Clefairy at the nurse. Sam took a step away from her and looked at Brooke and Elliot with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s Whitney. She’s the Gym Leader of Goldenrod,” Brooke said. “She gets... emotional.”
“It’s different now! It’s a Fairy type, I know it!” Whitney was now jumping frantically. The Pokémon Centre door shook with each stomp she made, until a Chansey waddled up and stabbed her with a large tranquiliser. She slumped to the floor, while the Clefairy happily waved at the Chansey. The Chansey ignored it and looked at the nurse, as if to ask if she should inject the Clefairy as well.
“Right, let’s take a look at you then,” the nurse said, scooping up the small Pokémon. Sam stared at the unconscious gym leader.
“Oh, she’s very energetic sometimes.” She took the tranquiliser away from the Chansey and petted it on the head. “Too energetic. That’s why we have...” she trailed off as Whitney rose to her feet and stretched out her arms. Sam took a few more slow steps towards the door.
“But that should have been enough to knock out a Donphan,” the nurse whispered.
“I’m much too upset about this for that!” Whitney said, stomping a foot. “Something went and changed my Clefairy! It’s a Fairy type!” She began to sob again, but a bit less violently this time, an indication that the tranquiliser was having at least some effect.
“A Fairy type?” Elliot enquired. “Is that what this new typing is called?” He looked at his Marill. He had always known it as a Water type – after all, it was blue. Did Fairy types have a colour they tended to be?
“Yes!” Whitney shouted, stamping her foot once more for effect.
“Please stop that,” the nurse asked quietly. Whitney paid her no heed and continued to rant.
“It’s just been announced by the League that it’s being called that, and Clefairy’s become one! I just know it!”
“Well... without meaning to intrude, what’s wrong with that?” Sam asked. “I’m more interested in what it can do-”
“Because I’m the NORMAL type Gym Leader!” she wailed. Sam instinctively covered his ears. “And Clefairy is supposed to be a Normal type, not a Fairy one! I based my Gym’s design on it! What will people say when they see that? They’ll ask why I based my Gym design off a Pokémon that isn’t of the typing of my Gym!” She paused, but when everyone started to relax she launched into another rant. “And I don’t know what to tell my Gym Trainers. What do I say to people who have devoted all their time to my Gym, that all their own Clefairy and Snubbull aren’t Normal anymore?! It’s making a mockery of their Roles!”
“...Your Gym’s design is based on Clefairy?” Sam asked after a moment.
“Oh yes, it’s really quite cute!” Whitney beamed for a moment. “You see, I have a maze, and- but that’s beside the point! The point being that I am angry and we need to change this!”
“Please calm down, Gym Leader,” the nurse urged again.
“We?” Elliot echoed.
“No! And yes!” Whitney said, marching to the door. “You’re all similarly affected by this dreadful change, right?”
The three trainers looked at each other. Elliot answered, “Well, to be honest I’m the only one with a Pokémon that’s actually changed, and-”
“Good enough!” the Gym Leader declared. “We’re going to go and try and change their minds.”
“But... whose minds?” Brooke asked.
“Go?” Elliot echoed.
“The people in charge of maintaining our game, of course!” Whitney exclaimed. “Game Freak. They’re in charge of the code, after all, so they should be able to change things back.” And with that she grabbed Elliot by the arm and hauled him out of the building. He yelped in surprise, while Brooke shrugged and followed. Sam scratched his head, before he mumbled a hasty ‘thanks’ to the nurse and pursed the group.
That's part one. Next one in a week or two, guess I'll space out the posting.
For reference, Elliot and Brooke are based on specific NPCs that can be found on Route 35 in the game. Sam... you'll see about him. And I did say this was based on the HGSS games, or maybe just a game. =p