Hello, FFNet! You may know me as the author of Metal Coat - yes, I will continue to post it. However, I got to reading a couple of those 'torture the cast of Pokemon!' stories and decided to write a moldbreaker... a fic that is within the rules (yes, this means that it's in actual story format) and doesn't involve torturing the main, main cast. Rather, it focuses on the Champions and E4 of the Regions stuck in a big castle in their offtime... I do not own any of these characters; they all belong to the guys who thought them up. ^^ This chapter is short, but they will get longer once there's actually things to do...

x Murky

Five people sat in silence around a table. They all seemed to be quite bored, desperately in need of something to do.

A woman with long, platinum-blonde hair spoke up, black Lucario-shaped hair pins bobbing. "What if we pitted our Pokemon…" She was dressed in all black; long coat, shirt, pants, extremely stupid-looking hairpins…

A boy with brown hair put up into Xtreme Anime Spikes cut her off. "No, Cynthia. We did that last season." He put his hand to his head, thinking of something to pass the time. His shirt was black like hers, but he wore a white fanny-pack and purple pants. There was a black band around his wrist.

It was the League Champions' off-season. They were always bored out of their wits because whenever it was off-season they were all shoved in the same large palace. It did have video games, television, endless props and other entertainment, and plenty of food and water, but an entire three months of just that did not go over well.

"I have an idea." A man in a white beret looked up from the floor, sky blue hair bobbing wildly. "What if we made like the annoying people on FFNet and requested that people send us dares for our Elites to do? They're in this Arceus-forsaken palace too. We could write about it and post it on FFNet somewhere!" His white cape ruffled significantly as the man explained his plan, overjoyed at having something to do for a change, and the white-and-blue formal shirt and purple pants he had on made him look even more show-offish than he already was. Amazing.

Everyone looked at him as if he had just told them they were being let out early.

"Yes! And who knows how much stuff is in this place... we could make them do anything!" Gary smiled.

Steven glanced at his replacement Gym Leader, disgusted. "What a disgusting idea." He waved a pale hand in the air, with a ring on two of the fingers. He was wearing a sort of black vest, with vertical purple zigzag stripes going down either side. There were gray rings around each arm, and his pants were black. His hair was a smaller, slightly floppy, steel-gray version of Gary's.

"I think it could work." Cynthia stood up, letting her black coat whip around her dramatically. "You know how those people love to torture others with these dares!" She turned away from the table they were all sitting at, beaming widely, and swooped over to the computer. Everyone but Steven crowded around the large desk (complete with a giant computer), and finally the gray-haired member of the group got up and followed.

Cynthia typed a few things in, thought a lot, took some suggestions from Wallace and Gary, and pressed a button with the mouse. She sat back triumphantly as the computer monitor brought them to a page on the fanfiction site with a fic entitled "Elite Fail". Everyone (except Steven, who kept his look of stern disapproval) murmured excitedly. Cynthia scrolled to the very bottom of the page, where there was one note written in bold:

Please, people of FFNet! We need ideas for torturing the Elite Four of the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh regions… we're going to go nuts from boredom otherwise! Send us the most evil, cruel, heartless, and LOL-inducing ideas you can!

X Cynthia, and everyone else at the Palace of Impending Doom…

Satisfied with their work, the group went to bed.

Unknown to them, a man in a black mask stood outside the door. He heard every word.