(I have no idea why I'm uploading my old Nuzlocke, but here it goes. This is a playthrough of a Pokemon: Leaf Green hack called Sea Green. Difficulty is higher and encounters are changed, that's it, it was just to make an otherwise vanilla Nuzlocke more interesting.
Rules:
1. Fainting=death.
2. One encounter per route.
3. Pokemon boxes cannot be used-only six Pokemon at a time.
This is also written from a first-person perspective, so if that isn't your thing, that's cool.
Onwards!)
All of you have had this day. It's sunny, not a hot sunny but a perfectly warm sunny with a breeze that makes your skin tingle with "I am alive and I love it." There's the perfect amount of fluffy clouds in a vibrant blue sky, birds chirping, and there's a general feeling of possibility in the air. That was how the day was when this began.
People always seem to think horror stories happen on a dark and stormy night with Galvantulas and rain, but this wasn't it.
It was a beautiful day in Pallet Town, perfect for barbeques and croquet. There was nothing quite like it and there hasn't been anything like it since. I think it was Arceus's way of saying "lol sorry for the shitstorm that's about to come up, but at least it's a fucking gorgeous day for it. Save me a weenie, with mustard."
The guy came into town in the morning, an uncle of one of the families there. No one paid attention to him, that kind of stuff was status quo-Pallet Town was a great place to be from and lots of people came back to it. I definitely didn't pay attention to him, just another returning vagabond. Why should I? I'm Kinky. I'm the goddamn Kanto League Champion. I was the first person to beat the league with a Venomoth. My Quagsire is banned for choking an Alakazam to death. I am the very best, and I was leaving that day to go to Hoenn and violate whatever they had for a Pokemon League. I had sent off my Pokemon a few days prior over the link Celio made to Hoenn. This was my last stop, just to say goodbye to Oak and my family. I was saying goodbye alright. Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Professor Oak. Goodbye, Pallet Town.
Goodbye, normalcy.
The guy had gone into his family's house. No one had noticed anything about him until it was too late. Someone had to have heard the screams…that's how it spread.
I was in Oak's lab, chatting it up and saying my last goodbye. Mom had overloaded me with goodies and stuff for the trip out, and I was just waiting for her to touch up her eyebrows or whatever she thought looked like a Wobbuffet's ass.
"Hoenn will treat you well, Kinky," Oak said, beaming. "I've already sent word to Birch, and he sent this over the express. It's a new device that's all the rage over there." Oak handed me a thing that looked like a watch. "Kinky, this is a Poketch. It'll help us keep in touch while you're gone; you have to tell me about the species of Pokemon there."
"Don't worry, I'm going to bore you to tears with information, Professor."
Oak didn't answer me, his eyes had centered on something outside. He was turning pale; I turned and looked to the window.
Kanto has a strict anti-gun policy, which explains why people train Pokemon for home defense and nefarious purposes. Only Unovans and crazy redneck Sinnohese would prefer a gun over a well-trained Persian or Fearow. If you told me that I would want something other than a Pokemon for protection, I would have laughed. No one could have foreseen a reason to actually kill someone.
Not until today.
"Kinky, catch!" Oak tossed me a Pokeball, I could almost feel whatever was inside shaking.
"Oak, what the hell is that outside?" I had never seen anything like that. It was large, covered in a sparse amount of purple hair, buck teeth covered in blood. It was like a Rattata, in theory and shape, but anyone would know it wasn't. This couldn't be a Rattata, Rattatas weren't that large or that vicious. They didn't rip into people like a fat kid eating Poffins.
They certainly didn't run around with shreds of clothing on their backs.
Another one erupted from the house, then another, and another smaller one. They were chasing people as they ran inside their homes for some semblance of protection. My mom stepped out of her door just then, face-to-face with a Rattata-beast. She ran back in-it followed.
I flew out of that lab, Oak's warnings pushed off by the breeze.
"MOM!" I gripped the Pokeball tightly, almost sliding into the doorway from my moment, just in time to see the Rattata-beast's teeth start to glow, my mom cowering on the stairs. I mashed the button on the Pokeball and chucked it at the beast.
A dazed Shroomish popped out. The Rattata-beast's teeth bore in my mom's chest, a hyper fang propelled attack.
She didn't live...that's all I want to say. I was horrified then, but now I'm grateful. Now I know what would've happened. Then? I saw my mom being made into hamburger, and all I had to fight with was a pathetic Shroomish. That Shroomish was going to learn murder, and learn it quickly.
The beast was turning to us, its deadly bite finished. This one was smaller, and looked younger. Its features were shaped like a Rattata, buck teeth and budding claws, but the eyes…the eyes drilled into mine. They weren't the eyes of an animal: They were blue, with round black pupils. Human eyes...had it been human? Whatever this was now, it was going to die.
"Shroomish. Absorb."
The little Shroomish stopped shaking, glowing with a green light. The beast glowed the same, its life juices going into the moving mushroom at my feet. The beast gasped, growling as its very essence was drained. It staggered towards us, slobbering out a strange noise that sounded half like a snarl and half like words.
"SHROOMISH, ABSORB!" I pushed it with my foot. "Don't stop until it drops dead or you do!"
It was a battle of will. The Shroomish glowed, squealing a little from exertion, while the beast inched closer, growing weaker and weaker with each step. It was at the Shroomish, teeth glowing with a Hyper Fang about to unleash. Its foot faltered, its eyes bulged, and with a final gurgle of blood it dropped to the floor. Shroomish fell backwards, green sludge pouring out of its mouth. I picked it up and it looked at me, bleary but alive.
"Shroom?" I cradled it as everything around me started fading. I saw it, but I didn't see it; I held the Shroomish, but I didn't feel it. I heard the screams, but I didn't care. This was Hell. This had to be Hell.
Oak shook my shoulder. "Kinky?" He took me by the shoulder and guided me out. There were scattered beasts around me, scattered body parts, scattered lives.
The sun was shining. The breeze came through. It was perfectly warm. It was beautiful day, and Pallet Town will never see another day like it again.
(Just in case anyone cares, the starters were changed too. The starters are: Shroomish, Staryu, and Houndoor. First time I played the game I used Houndoor, so I flipped a coin and got Shroomish. Also: The character is technically from a crappy screenshot based Nuzlocke I did. That really won't affect your reading of the story and tbqh I think I was drunk when I decided to reuse the character. Oh well, reviews are cool!)
